A Night in the Life

June 29, 2011 § 2 Comments


I knew this guy.  I met him a couple of years after I landed in Vegas.  We were casino dealers.

A couple of years later we were both working as 21 dealers in the same Las Vegas Strip joint (casino) and tips were astronomical.

I hadn’t paid any attention to what Randy’s day off would be this week; He was married, I was single.  We had worked together in another joint previously, but at that time we only new each other by name and recognition.  Recently we had become quite friendly. We were a couple of rounder’s.

I was off that night — didn’t know he was.

I had money that was attempting to flip out of my pocket onto a green felt table.

I was bored sitting in my apartment and wanted to get out, get into action. I drove downtown.  I wanted to play.  $2,000 in cash is what I had, and I was going to shoot ‘em up: craps, blackjack, maybe the wheel.

This was not case money.  I had a safety deposit box with a lot of cash in it.  This was playing money, money I had stolen and earned through “tokes.”  Tokes are what casino people call “tips.”  I wanted to have an outstanding adventure firing those bets into craps after I crucified them on blackjack.

It didn’t work out that way.

I had been playing at the Golden Gate and was down to $45.  I walked down Fremont Street to the Horseshoe.  I went in the back to what was called the “Winner’s Circle.” A dark bar located in the back of the Horseshoe.

I walked in and there was Randy Stones.  “What have you been doing?” he said with his Southern twang.

“I’ve been playing and I’m stuck pretty good – almost $2,000.”

Randy laughed, “That’s nothing, I’m stuck $7,000.  You got any money left?”

“$45 in nickel chips.”

Randy gave me that big smile, “Lets go make a lay–down.”

This is when I was introduced to what making a lay–down and “playing fast” really meant.  We walked up to a 21 table.  I bet $15, caught a six, a five, a total of 11.

Randy reached over, took another $15 from in front of me and doubled down the bet.  He smiled, said, “You play the hands, I’ll bet the money.”

We won the bet.  There was now $60 in the bet box.  I wanted to drag off some chips, but Randy repeated, “You play the cards, I’ll bet the money.”  He’s laughing and we’re having a good old time.  We won the bet and now had $120 bet.  We let it ride, stacked it up. The dealer went busted and now there’s $240 in the bet box.  Randy doesn’t flinch.  We’re dealt two face cards so we’re good and we win.  $480 bet and we catch a “snapper,” a blackjack.  The payoff is $720.  We’re playing $25 green chips now.  We’ve got $1,200 out in front of us on the felt off of $45.

The cocktail waitress comes over, Randy knows her.  The waitress says, “Hi, Randy.  How’s it going?”

She takes our drink order and Randy reaches over and picks up a stack of five–dollar chips, a hundred bucks, and sprinkles them on her tray.  I had never given a cocktail waitress more than ten bucks for a drink when I was winning.  I was learning more than just playing fast.

Randy spreads to two hands $500 each.  We win both bets.

Long story short, in less than ten hands I had my $2,000 back.  We kept playing.  I wanted Randy to get back the $7,000 he was stuck.  So did he and he kept betting the money and me playing the cards.  There was very little decision making on my part, as we were dealt one great hand after another.

In less than a half hour we had another $6,000 in front of us, a total of $8,000.  I split it with Randy and left.

My car was parked across the street at the Four Queens, but before I got to my car I made a lay–down on craps in the Four Queens casino and went home broke.

There’s a saying: “You’re not a winner until you’re home and the money is on top of the dresser.”

I saw Randy at work the next night and he had blown back his end, too.

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§ 2 Responses to A Night in the Life

  • Clay says:

    I find this little story, A Night in the Life quite interesting. I’ve lived and worked in Vegas for many years and remember the Winner’s Circle in the back of the “Shoe,” as we used to call the Horseshoe. The Shoe was a high rolling place back in the day. Keep the stories coming, Rodipimpkin. What kind of a name is that?

  • Jane says:

    I love this story. I grew up in Vegas, went to Las Vegas High . A couple of years after high school I was dating a guy much older than me. My Mother had said to me that she thought this guy was a gangster and spent his time at the Casino’s betting a lot of money. My Mom also was a supervisor in a major Casino and had been there for 20 years. She had told me that she had heard of people of his sorts, who were actually ripping off the Casino’s for a large amount of money. These guys were slick, she said, real slick. Although at this time there was no proof of any such thing going on with him, but the excitement was there. I was hooked at being around a maybe real gangster. I should have been focusing on school, college , and what would become of my future, but I was intrigued. Tell me more.

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