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Atlantic City Trip Report... TL;DR ... WHY GO BACK?
PREFACE: Too long / Don't Read / No Baller Stories / Just 20 y'os playing a bit in AC
QUICK QUESTION: WTF is there to do for sick night life in AC? IE Where are the bumpin clubs for 20 y/o's
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While I was driving back alone and stuck $500 from Atlantic City I decided I’d write up a bit about my “trip.” At least maybe one of you guys can get a laugh or learn a lesson from my transgressions.
It began Friday night, where I went to pick up D and John, his roommate and a kid that is somewhat serious about gambling (has 2k+ cashes). Either way, when I get to UMD I learn that John has a couple other people coming to the tune of 9 people staying in one of his comped rooms. D and I debate whether it’s worth going, but in the end we say “**** it” and peace out.
The drive to AC isn’t bad, and we see the skyline at about 9 PM. John points out a billboard that “The Situation” is partying at Harrahs tonight. Sick!
Either way, John directs us to head toward his favorite gambling spot in AC, the Trump Marina. Of all the established gambling properties in AC the Marina is probably one of the bigger dumps. Although there is some silver lining, because its such a dump, the minimum at most of the tables is just $5, as opposed to $15+. Going into the Marina (despite being in one of the lower tiers) was still pretty overwhelming; tons of flashing lights, hundreds maybe thousands of slot machines and incredibly thick smoky air. The clientele of people around the table games was highly skewed to old people and people that were seriously bums walking around with like $8 in chips.
John buys in for $100 and goes to work at a full “3 Card Poker” Table (House edge: 3.28%). I don’t really want to play table games but the Marina doesn’t have a poker room so after walking around all of the table games and grabbing a Kamikaze I pull up a seat next to John and buy in for $100. Aside from me and John all the players at the table are probably older than 50, most sitting with modest $100 chip stacks. An older guy that looks like the pedophile from Family Guy was sitting with like $500 and playing 2 hands at once. All of the players at the table (including John) are playing with the “Pair Plus Bonus” where you play the game normally but when you are dealt a pair you get paid out at 1:1, a flush 3:1, a straight 6:1, etc. The house edge on playing “Pair Plus” is a horrendous 7% yet EVEN the dealers recommend playing with this option (I wonder if they are told to recommend these bogus side bets). So knowing full well that I am getting effectively crushed in EV I start playing the same as everyone else at the table.
By the time I got a seat John was up $50 but would proceed to lose the next 8 hands and bust out (Betting $5 on the ante and $5-15 on the pair plus option). I end up a couple bucks, but when John busts out I figure it’s time to move on.
I walk around the table games some more, pick up my third Kamikaze and sit down at an empty “Let it Ride” table (House Edge: 3.5%) with a dealer I thought was cute from afar, but was actually quite busted. The dealer, Carmen, proceeds to berate me for not playing the “pair plus” equivalent on “Let it Ride” which has a staggering 13.5% house edge. She also gave me crap for looking at my cards before the entire deck shuffled (when you play with just the dealer this actually is a noticeable waste of time) and for not doing all the stupid “turn you cards sideways when you do X…” Either way, she was definitely hitting on me. So Carmen proceeds to give me crap cards and I lose LITERALLY my first 10 hands (down $50). I am so bitter at the game that I just kept playing and proceed to get 3 winners in a row, and walk away only down a couple bucks.
I play a bit of blackjack (House Edge: .06%) and get crushed. Ran into 15’s,16’s and 17’s that didn’t hold. I see John is back at the 3 card poker and I hop in for exactly 2 hands, on the second I’m dealt a straight and hit 6:1 while John busts out.
When all is said and done at the Marina, I’m a $25 winner, 5 kamikazes deep, and John has dropped $140 so far.
By now it’s about 11 PM and the other crew of kids that we were meeting up with are at the Trump Taj Mahal (where John was comped). D is able to drive and we head over to the Taj. Being up, I pay for the parking (rollin like a big shot) and John is sitting in the back talking about getting back his $140.
The Taj is 10x classier than the Marina and is probably similar to what a Vegas casino is like. The clientele is also a bit younger and skankier but being really honest nothing even remotely close to write-home about. The waitresses were like 45 y/o chicks that might’ve been hot like 20 years ago and imo gave incredibly crappy service.
Either way, the Taj’s poker room is teeming with life and I get my name on a 1-2 waitlist. I also spot two cops in the room – word on the street was that bums liked to try to sit in the poker room and take naps / get free drinks so now the Taj was trying to ramp up its efforts to stop that. We go looking for the other group, and run into one of them, Pete who is playing blackjack and up $250.
I head back over to the poker room just as I am coming off the waitlist and get into a game.
I’m seated at a 1/2 table in the back in seat 6. The table is older than I expected, I’m probably the youngest person at the table by like 7 years.
Seat 1 and 2 are both like 40 years old, with $40 stacks. Seat 3 was a fat guy with a mustache and a hat, looked a little bit like a cartoon character that if you got angry would turn beat red, I forgot his stack size. Seat 4 was definitely a “serious” player – he had his headphones in, was drinking water on a Friday night and had a MONSTER stack, probably over $1000 (max buy in is 300). Seat 5 seemed like a nice guy but also a guy that was there gunning for money as opposed to fun, he had over $400 in his stack and was drinking coffee and trying to tell me he was a very noob poker player. Seat 6, yours truly. Seat 7, was an old guy with 1 earbud in 1 out, smallish stack. Seat 8 was a fat guy wearing a Sesame Street hat (with tags) and a bright green Big Bird T-shirt. Think wigger, but instead of NYY gear it was Seasame Street. He also seemed a bit of a reg and had a ridiculously ugly tattoo.
Either way, I was itching to play some cards. From what I remember I was dealt to in the BB first, my hands went:
1. BB: Q6 (fold)
2. SB: J7 (fold)
3. XXXX
4. XXXX
5. 88 (raise to 15 in front of 3 limpers, all folds)
I remark to seat 5: Man, no one wants to play with me
Him: “$15 kinds of scares them”
Me: Okay, next time I’ll just raise it up to 10
6. A8s (raise to 10 in front of 2 limpers, all folds)
7. XXXX
8. QT (raised in front, fold)
9. SB: XXX? (Fold)
10. BB: A3s (raised to $12 in front? Fold)
Hand 11 was my last hand. Under the gun I was dealt AKs (of hearts) and I popped it up to $10. Big bird called my $10 bet and so did fat man. The flop came down Ace, King, 5 (of hearts). I lead out $20 (I have a vague idea of how much the pot is and I try to get 2/3 of it). Big bird checks his cards (??) and without much thinking pops it up to $70. Fat man folds. I sat there for a couple seconds in the tank. I just didn’t like Big birds smug face and I was considering laying it down. I really just wanted to play some fackin cards, and here I was 11 hands in with the potential to bust out.
After thinking about it (probably it was less than I care to admit) I say, “**** it, all in.” Big bird instantly calls and says does 55 play. Yes 55 plays. I do not backdoor a flush and my night is abruptly over. At the time my effective stack was about $225 and Big Bird just barely covered me. There was some confusion about whether or not I had chips left. I didn’t.
So just like that, I bust out $200 bucks. Fack. I go back into the rest of the Taj, feeling a bit shell shocked. I had lost big hands before online, but I felt busting out in front of the table was more embarrassing. Even the damn $40 short stackers lasted longer than me. Either way, by the time I find Pete and the group, he had lost the $250 he was up and then some. Terrible gambling start to our group.
Everyone heads up to take a shot in the room, but I am feeling lucky. After 7 blackjack hands I bust out my last $100 to a young-ish looking dealer. I was essentially breaking even, and then I pulled a typical degen thing I do and slid all my chips into the bet circle. I don’t remember what I had at this point, between a 17-19, and the dealer was showing a 6. He flips up 16 and crushes down a 4. He looks at me, says, “Thanks for playing” and winked at me. I don’t know if that was designed to tilt me or not, or whether he was just being “friendly” but in that moment I hated that guy. Within 10 minutes I had busted all the money I wanted to bring on the trip and I was supposed to stay in AC for another full day and night. ****.
In a drunk and somewhat pissed off state I just wandered the casino for a bit with nothing to do. In a moment of weakness I almost withdrew more cash but I smacked myself and found another $25 in my wallet! I can tell you the story of how I grinded this up to 120 and the lost it all, but that’s a minor point.
Shortly after, I run into John and the rest of the group. The new crew picks up Dragon, an Asian kid that reminded me of a perpetually happy teddy bear, a tall ambiguously gay black dude named Tim and his possible bf Chris who looked like he could have been one of the bums at the Marina. Two other people in the crew were back at the Taj playing poker. The group decides that they’re heading to Bally’s where the limits are more tolerable than the Taj ($10 vs $15/25).
Being totally busted I wanted to really just feel sorry for myself but I agree. On the walk, essentially one end of the AC pier to the other, I find 3 $1 Trump Marina chips in my jacket pocket. Being a little drunk I want to throw them at something, but the guys manage to convince me not too. I learn that right now mostly everyone in the group is down. Dragon is down 500, Pete is down 250 and John is now down 300.
I don’t remember too much about getting into Bally’s or Bally’s itself… but within a couple minutes we were huddled around a craps table. The details of how Dragon busted (-1000) and how John got up to 300 are somewhat hazy, but at around this time an older Middle Eastern business man stood next to John and bought in for 500. John thought it would be a good idea to bet against this guy and ended up getting crushed on 3 consecutive points and was down to just a handful of $5 chips, no greens ($25) and some whites ($1).
At this point most of the group had resigned themselves to the fact that this was a losing night and we might as well get ****** up. Every dollar chip that accrued the entire group was screaming “DRINKS FOR THE BOYS.” Everyone was having a good time. The originally rather stoic Middle Eastern guy had a series of bad rolls and was down about 400 within 3 minutes. He started doing shots with our group, and buying in for more money. At one point, when John was rolling and talking trash about he was going to hit the point (a 6) the ME guy, noticing that John’s stack was low, said “This bet is yours if you hit it” and tosses $30 on 6 the hard way (9 to 1 payoff). With some new found motivation John picked up the dice in his usual rhythm and proceeded to crap out instantly. Dragon shouts “ONE OFF!” and you can’t help but smile at the fact that he is so drunk now he didn’t realize that even though a 3 hit, the 4 spelled doom.
As we had become more involved in the craps game Pete had gone missing. He came back very drunk and proudly displayed the fact that his wallet now contained only receipts. He was now down 500 bucks. Pete had $10 left in chips and we wandered over to a “Wheel of Money” where you bet on the dollar bill and one odds in that ratio, ie a $10 bill was 10:1, a $20 was 20:1. While Pete put bets on $10 and $1 bills, a random guy walked up, smashed down 2 greens on the $20 and let it ride. A win would’ve netted him 1k. Of course the $20 didn’t bink, and neither did the $10 or the $1. We were all busted
Pete, D and I stumbled back ahead of the rest of the group. D who was sober and the only kid to not lose money was like, “Let’s get Johnny Rockets and get a milkshake!” Pete and I look at each other like… FUK THAT. We decide to just walk back down the pier back to the Taj. When we get to the Taj I see a group of chicks sitting by some slot machines just chatting, that had obviously just come from some club. I was pissed I blew that much money without scoring something as sweet as bottle service, and even tho the girls were decent (probably solid 5’s but looked better in my state) I just tried to call it a night. I had the corner of a suite that had 2 beds and was actually spacious enough to probably have comfortably fit 7 people. We didn’t have enough blankets or I had to use my jacket. This was at about 430 AM
I’m able to pass out for a solid three hours before I hear a pounding knock on the door. The other two asian kids of the group who I haven’t met yet had been playing poker for the past EIGHT hours. In that time they were both up $200 but decided to put $200 on black as they were heading up to the room (they lost). Either way, D and I are awake now and we decide to hit up breakfast. We walk down to the Taj buffet and I can only eat one plate of food. Not only did they take my money they also owned me in the buffet special. 15 bucks.
Taj: 2
BP: 0
I feel more self pity for myself and I tell D I want to peace the hell out, cause there is no way I’m hanging around casinos broke. Either way, he says we should stick it out till after lunch. So like the sucker I am, I am back with $120 at the craps table. I start off super hot, hitting some hardways when I was betting $5/$10 and I am up easily $100 very quickly. As I start to get more aggressive these two new girls come to the table in the middle of a roll and start doing all these money exchanges. Except they were changing in like $20 for a fuk load of ones. I am not a high roller, but in the middle of a roll when I have like $75 on the table, it would be nice if they didn’t stop the game entirely. It was so unprofessional imo I thought about taking all my bets down but before the words actually game out of my mouth, 7 out. I got titled a bit, and within a short while I was down to $75 total and after that I busted out entirely.
I still hadm’t showered, changed, or been in AC more than 15 hours and I was down 420 and pissed. D and John said they would be able to get a ride with Dragon and I took the 3 hour drive of shame back home. As soon as I hit the road I realized that I couldn’t find my ipod and went 30 minutes before I found it in a small sub compartment of the glovebox (damit). Also when I started bumping my ipod it was stuck on B.o.B’s album and I had to listen to that shit for 30 minutes before I could get it fixed. The highlight of my drive was when I somehow was the only car in an underground tunnel that made me feel like a pod racer listening to Kanye’s “POWER”. It was totally sick.
Summary:
Tolls / Gas cost: $80
Money lost at tables: $420
Hrs of sleep: 3
Hrs IN AC: 15
Max BAC: 0.19
Clothes changes: 0
Stops at reststop to take alcohol shits: 2
Blackjacks: 1
I later would try to buy a slice of pizza from the Taj for $3.77... they charged me $6.
Taj: 3
BP: 0
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