At home I drink the cheapest beer I can find and will buy bulk volume of 30 packs of the moose piss at about $9 each.When it's 100 degrees out and the beer is ice cold,there is no awful beer.
When I go to Vegas it's a different story because I get Heineken because it's free.All I do is flip the bar tender a $20 and ask for a roll of quarters and maybe,maybe I will plug one quarter in a black jack video game at the bar because it's close to being a 50% ratio winner.Usually the bar is so jammed and the bartender wanders 50 feet away in a few seconds and it's exit stage left over to the race and sportsbook area for me.Once in awhile you have to be careful though because the bartender has a pick off move like a pitcher throwing to first and he can be on top of you in a second.It's never happened to me but if it did,I would have a built in excuse like the 5th race is a minute to post at Santa Anita and I have to get my bet down but will be right back.There are litterally a thousand bars in casinos in Vegas so you don't have to worry about mooching a drink at the same bar even if you are a lush like I can be only for a week in Vegas once a year.hehe!You can but you have to keep track of shift changes at the bar and remember which bartender served you.
Then you see all the frat boys at places like the Palms and especially Caesars paying $7 for a Heineken.The best place for getting drinks litterally pushed on you as comps is at Hooters.Everytime I have been there it's been jam packed on NFL game days with college kids who just stand around not gambling.It's a friggin hangout for poor college kids who want to ogle boobies.hehe!Ever try to get into the mens can there?Who ever designed that casino should have tripled the size of the cans and made 2 more of them.
Then what about match play coupons?It used to be where you could gather fistfulls of the suckers and you just relentlessly played them where even if your luck sucked you would make money.
Then what about the buffets.When they have shrimp you don't eat bread or any form of potato ,you just gorge on the most expensive stuff.The cardinal rule is that you never eat a buffet unless you have a coupon.On the last day of my trip I used to sneak out of the buffet with about 3# of prime rib as a gift to my adopted greyhound back home.You can't do that anymore because of all the homeland security crap.Rats!They probably would think you are Jeff Dahmer smuggling fried human organs back home.hehe!
Bob Stupak's Vegas World vacation packages used to be the best to mooch at where you laundered all the house chips and those biblical medallion size slot coins that weighed 2# each and returned a dime on a dollar if you were lucky.You got 2 unlimited free drink card,a few free buffets,a chance to win a great prize of anything between a diamond ''industrial diamond''tennis bracelet or upwards to 5k in cash.Of course you always won the tennis bracelet and the wedding chappel or pawn shop across the street would give you $25 for it.The woman at the counter that paid you would tell her husband in the back room that they bought another Stupak prize and to throw it in the box in the back room.They probably sold them for a profit to industrial drill bit companies.Then you got something like $1000 in scrip or play house chips that just returned winnings and you kept playing with the stake chips if you won.You had to play even money table bets with them.You would have to cover your ass by using a few of your own bucks on 0 and 00 if you played roulette where you bet half red and half black.Idiots used to sue Stupak all the time because he advertised the deal in the Enquirer as a free vacation and they would play the chips conventionally and lose and say that the vacation package was no where near free.Some state attorney generals won cases for these dimwitt idiots who didn't realize that there was gimick to launder the money and come out ahead.
Then you would get a fistfull of show tickets for entertainers like Frank Gorshin ''the Riddler''or Marty Allan.If that weren't enough you got a bottle of champaign that was aged for about 4 days and a set of keno numbers you could play once every half hour.You were sort of in a captive environment and no one in their right mind except me would walk through the naked city to get to the strip or downtown from there.He used to say it was on the strip but it was a few hundred yards to the Sahara side door.
The best one was when Stupak bought a moon rock from some banana republic dictator who got it as a gift from Nixon and displayed it as the centerpiece of his whole outerspace decor spread throughout the casino.On the final months of Vegas World before it was torn down to make way for the Stratosphere,someone stole the moonrock and put a shot glass in the display case in it's place.
Anyone here have fond dumb memories of the old Vegas?I call anything about till the early 90's old Vegas.God it was cheesey and bush league back then but fun as hell.It will never be the same and when I see eyesores like Wynn's where rooms are $600 a night on average and see the beautiful people paying cover charges to get in clubs if they are lucky enough to be accepted it makes a teardrop come to my eye.I want Vegas to be the way it used to be!I wish they made some movie about all the cheapskate stuff I used to be aprat of down there.heeh!
When I go to Vegas it's a different story because I get Heineken because it's free.All I do is flip the bar tender a $20 and ask for a roll of quarters and maybe,maybe I will plug one quarter in a black jack video game at the bar because it's close to being a 50% ratio winner.Usually the bar is so jammed and the bartender wanders 50 feet away in a few seconds and it's exit stage left over to the race and sportsbook area for me.Once in awhile you have to be careful though because the bartender has a pick off move like a pitcher throwing to first and he can be on top of you in a second.It's never happened to me but if it did,I would have a built in excuse like the 5th race is a minute to post at Santa Anita and I have to get my bet down but will be right back.There are litterally a thousand bars in casinos in Vegas so you don't have to worry about mooching a drink at the same bar even if you are a lush like I can be only for a week in Vegas once a year.hehe!You can but you have to keep track of shift changes at the bar and remember which bartender served you.
Then you see all the frat boys at places like the Palms and especially Caesars paying $7 for a Heineken.The best place for getting drinks litterally pushed on you as comps is at Hooters.Everytime I have been there it's been jam packed on NFL game days with college kids who just stand around not gambling.It's a friggin hangout for poor college kids who want to ogle boobies.hehe!Ever try to get into the mens can there?Who ever designed that casino should have tripled the size of the cans and made 2 more of them.
Then what about match play coupons?It used to be where you could gather fistfulls of the suckers and you just relentlessly played them where even if your luck sucked you would make money.
Then what about the buffets.When they have shrimp you don't eat bread or any form of potato ,you just gorge on the most expensive stuff.The cardinal rule is that you never eat a buffet unless you have a coupon.On the last day of my trip I used to sneak out of the buffet with about 3# of prime rib as a gift to my adopted greyhound back home.You can't do that anymore because of all the homeland security crap.Rats!They probably would think you are Jeff Dahmer smuggling fried human organs back home.hehe!
Bob Stupak's Vegas World vacation packages used to be the best to mooch at where you laundered all the house chips and those biblical medallion size slot coins that weighed 2# each and returned a dime on a dollar if you were lucky.You got 2 unlimited free drink card,a few free buffets,a chance to win a great prize of anything between a diamond ''industrial diamond''tennis bracelet or upwards to 5k in cash.Of course you always won the tennis bracelet and the wedding chappel or pawn shop across the street would give you $25 for it.The woman at the counter that paid you would tell her husband in the back room that they bought another Stupak prize and to throw it in the box in the back room.They probably sold them for a profit to industrial drill bit companies.Then you got something like $1000 in scrip or play house chips that just returned winnings and you kept playing with the stake chips if you won.You had to play even money table bets with them.You would have to cover your ass by using a few of your own bucks on 0 and 00 if you played roulette where you bet half red and half black.Idiots used to sue Stupak all the time because he advertised the deal in the Enquirer as a free vacation and they would play the chips conventionally and lose and say that the vacation package was no where near free.Some state attorney generals won cases for these dimwitt idiots who didn't realize that there was gimick to launder the money and come out ahead.
Then you would get a fistfull of show tickets for entertainers like Frank Gorshin ''the Riddler''or Marty Allan.If that weren't enough you got a bottle of champaign that was aged for about 4 days and a set of keno numbers you could play once every half hour.You were sort of in a captive environment and no one in their right mind except me would walk through the naked city to get to the strip or downtown from there.He used to say it was on the strip but it was a few hundred yards to the Sahara side door.
The best one was when Stupak bought a moon rock from some banana republic dictator who got it as a gift from Nixon and displayed it as the centerpiece of his whole outerspace decor spread throughout the casino.On the final months of Vegas World before it was torn down to make way for the Stratosphere,someone stole the moonrock and put a shot glass in the display case in it's place.
Anyone here have fond dumb memories of the old Vegas?I call anything about till the early 90's old Vegas.God it was cheesey and bush league back then but fun as hell.It will never be the same and when I see eyesores like Wynn's where rooms are $600 a night on average and see the beautiful people paying cover charges to get in clubs if they are lucky enough to be accepted it makes a teardrop come to my eye.I want Vegas to be the way it used to be!I wish they made some movie about all the cheapskate stuff I used to be aprat of down there.heeh!
