Tripping in Vegas With The Girls - The Craps Segment

My time at the craps the table was well spent at a few haunts. Number one was the Cal, The Golden Nugget, The Fremont, Golden Gate, El Cortez, Bellagio, and The Las Vegas Club.



One of the many strange folks we ran over. (or into)


This is my take on the game of Craps - It is a social game of group hysterics geared at the banks of the Casino. If you play craps, it is the noisiest, most raucous group there. I like to make it even MORE fun. The dealers make extra money by way of 'tokes' Tokes are tips, either by way of a bet for the dealer (called a 'two way bet') Or directly throwing some chips on the table and saying 'for the dealers'.

I like to toke. (the dealers that is...)

And in the greedville that is Vegas, people dont really get it. Some dont feel they need to tip. I think it makes the game more fun.

Another aspect of the social aspect of the game is a bet for the 'shooter' The shooter is the one throwing the dice. They try to make the 'point' without hitting the dreaded 7 first. There is a myriad of bets, odds, and other odds and ends, that round out the game.

So this how it went - Ibet I make bets for the dealers. I win some, lose some. It is fun. But the most fun I had was with Glenn and Gavin.

Glenn and Gavin are from my island of Oahu, and are father and son. Glenn the Dad, is a snappy dresser, and cigar aficianado. Gavin, about 25, was a very classy young guy. So we are on the table and I am doing my usual yakkity yak, being the irritating son of a gun that I am, and getting, well, killed. A young couple 21ish, comes to the table and gets in the game. I have not met G & G yet. So they come in, and it ends up being the girls roll. So I make my usual bets. Then for what reason, I throw $25 dollars on the YO. The YO is a one roll bet on the 11. A big bet on the YO is $5. What the hell was I thinking? The Yo bet pays 15 to 1. Why I made this bet, I will never know. I dont bet that big. Then I went and bet $5 for the dealers. And then a $5 for the shooter.

Sometimes, shit just goes your way.

She throws the 11. Win for me = $375. The dealers = $75, The shooter = $75. The table, the dealers, the shooter, all of us go NUTS. High fives, the works.

But I still got the $25 on the YO. The young girl still has to throw again.

I leave the $25 one more time. Throw another $5 for the dealers, another $5 for the shooter.

She throws.

It sails.

The table is quiet.

I can see the dice fall; turn, settle.

I see a 6.

I hear a rumble - The dealers go 'shit - twice!'

I see the sweet view of a 6 and a 5 laying together.

YO.

YO Baby, Yo baby, YOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Once we all settled up the bets, and the roll ended the girl and heer boyfriend came over and gave me a hug. And a high five.

It was a really cool feeling.

Not the win, or the money, but the feeling of doing something for someone else, and making the day of theirs - well. BETTER.

Santa on craps so to speak.



I mean - I gotta take a pix of a firetruck with Dumbkoffs on it, dont I?

Then I met Glenn and Gavin. They made losing money fun. I shit you not. I lost more, had more fun, and came back to even plus a bit in the end playing with them.

Long story short -

we played together, and bet for each other, the dealers, the shooters, making a hell of a lot of friends. But most of all having a shitload of fun.

I'll get to more later.

You all be good.




Some cool old Neon - With Da Wahines (ladies) of course......

Aloha.