No, I was martingaling—doubling my bet every time I lost. So, my 2nd and 3rd naturals were with the minimum bet. I tried to count cards. Sort of. But I suck at it.
After 3 naturals in a row, our kindly dealer who was helping the n00bs with their blackjack, got replaced by surly Asian lady and our luck and skill evaporated. When we got down $50 (which didn’t take long, doubling every lost bet), we said screw it and went back to the room. Teach me to gamble on a perfectly good ski day. (This was Tahoe.)
That was the end of my blackjack adventure. Now, if I’m going to a casino, it’ll be to play some variant of poker. With a GF who utterly hates all forms of gambling, this will not happen anytime soon.
Checking in. If memory serves, I might be in thursday.
I made it up to Harrah’s Cherrokee. MY GOD has that place changed, for the better. I could hardly recognize the place. It went from a serviceable old school VW beetle to a stretch limo.
Poker was Limit Hold-Em, 2/1 and 6/3. Knowing that I suck at No Limit, I wasn’t about to jump into that. The fact that it wasn’t a tournament structure kinda cinched it for me. Add to that, there was no physical cards [or chips, for that matter] OR a Harrah’s employee to “Deal” at the table… and well, I was content to lose my bankroll to the slots. [[Tech on the slots has improved a LOT as well.]]
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Oh, and I hit a raccoon with my 2 week old car coming home. In short not a good trip for me. **
It’ll be good to see you again at the table. Glad to hear the raccoon strike didn’t result in a crash.
Raccoons are made of adamantium, aren’t they? At least when you hit something else and bust up your car, the thing has the decency to die right then. You get a small feeling of accomplishment. Or at least, vengeance. Not raccoons. We used to joke at the very wooded resort I used to work at, that they weren’t really raccoons, but fur covered battlebots that the locals would remote control to jack up all of our cars. Each of my co-workers had a raccoon strike story. Twisty narrow roads + dark, unlit forest + tired hospitality workers = lots of raccoon/opossum hits. The one I hit required a visit to the tire shop to fix my alignment.
Not sure if you are serious here. If you are, it would pretty much confirm my experience though. The thing I hit looked the part, but I wasn’t certain. The damage, little as it may be, still surprises me. [four inch crack in the bumper].
“” Raccoon strike “” to me implies that it was a next to commonplace event. Scraping ice off the windshield, raccoon strike, checking the oil.
My shift Thursday ends at 9:30. Will see if I can’t register early, and have it bot for me.
A slight problem. PokerStars is cranky, and wants an update to the software. When I tried to do that, it required me to reinstall the software from the website. So, you’re planning on registering at the last minute for tonight’s tournament, you might want to allot a bit more time.
Ran into this problem yesterday as well. I knew my shift ended at 9:30 pm. I decided to register around 2-3 pm, and had to update. I got in last night with about 10-7 minutes to spare. Not only was pre-registering the answer for me, but I also dodged the above bullet.
Now, if only I could have half as much forethought with my actual play. :smack:
I am great at reading players when they don’t have the Nuts. Second Nuts to my Third, on the other hand, not so much.
I had hoped to play tonight (if anyone signed in); however, we have stroms on the way and it’s just a given that I will be without power once the first raindrop hits the ground.
Made it for the game, but kinda wished I hadn’t. Tried to push early, had no luck, and slowly bled out until running into a AA mercy killing. After not playing for awhile, it was great fun getting back into it.
Gotta figure out this damn AIM thing though. Thanks everyone, hope to see you next week.