The Value of a Dollar

No, this post isn't about my new found appreciation for the dollar and how frugality is next to godliness. In fact, this is about gambling. The night we spent in Las Vegas, I ended up winning $1. Yes, you read that right. Up, down, up, down. Now, for the entertainment value, it was definitely worth it. I started playing at 8:00am in the morning. At that time, you often find quite a wide array of players. I've listed them below.

1. Local gambler: These you usually don't find at strip casinos since the odds there are slightly worse than off strip casinos.

2. I partied so hard I'm still up gambler: These are a dime a dozen. They are the loud, drunk and unruly crowd. (Actually, I'm usually in this camp.)

3. I just got off the blackjack training table and I'm going to win a million dollars gambler: These are the worst since they end up screwing up the table. They split 10's, they take dealer bust cards, but worst of all, they scream out "Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner" every time they win a hand. (There is also the Whisky Tango version of this where the player will yell out "We're going to Walmart Tonight" every time they win.)

I love Vegas. It really gives you a good cross section of the universe. That is, unless you sit at the $2 table at O'Shea's. Then you get a good cross section of Arkansas.