Friday evening, just minutes after filing my brief, I hit the road for the Horseshoe in Baltimore. After checking in to the Hilton next to Camden Yards, I cabbed over to the Casino and grabbed a few Miller Lites whilst monkey mashing some sweet, sweep VP. I was surprised to see several familiar faces working the VP bar -- several former bartenders from the Showboat. After 20 minutes or so of button pushing, I was dealt a 4 4 2 4 . . . James, a former bartender from Spirit Bar at the Boat, was chatting with me and watching me play. I promised him $30 if I hit the quad 4's with the kicker for $200. Sure enough, I redrew to a 3 4 for the win.
From there, I switched to some 10-handed play and was promptly dealt quad 7's . . . up $350 on the evening, and time for dinner at Binions. The usual - filet (medium rare), spinach and Jordon Cabernet.
After dinner, around 10:30, it was time for some cards. I was hoping to rebound from my last sessions two weeks ago, where I lost $400 with QQ as an overpair on Friday, and followed up with 3.5 hours of play Saturday and zero hands won . . . This session was the polar opposite of the last. The table was passive and willing to donate. I quickly built a stack:
Ultimately, I played until 4:30 am and cashed out $600 profit, before cabbing back to the hotel for few hours sleep.
Five hours later, my phone rang. My old law school roommate, "Gamblor," was in Maryland for the Jewish holidays and wanted to spend the afternoon grinding blackjack. It was 10:00 am, and Gamblor was already at the table. I quickly showered and drove over, and joined him at an empty $15 table. Over the course of two hours, I added $200 to my weekend winnings. Gamblor, for his part, and true to his nickname, pushed his stack, playing $100 hands, and turned $250 into $1,300. I find I lack the stomach to push my bets that much . . . But the style works for him...
After lunch and a few drinks at the Diamond Lounge, we went back to the tables for another 2 hours. I played $25 to $40 a hand and came away even. Gamblor continued to play $50 to $100 a hand and lost all his winnings . . . Black Jack is a game of runs . . . Seems to me you have to lock up your profits when you can . . . My style precludes me from ever winning big; but I often walk away with a few hundred in profit, which works for me . . .
At 5:00, Gamblor and I parted ways, and I hit the road for New Jersey. I arrived at the Renaissance Newark Airport around 9:00, and crashed immediately, skipping dinner for some much needed rest.
Sunday, 8:30, the alarm went off. Time for some J-E-T-S JETS, JETS, JETS football . . . I quickly packed and went out to the car. It was then I realized I had a trunk full of warm beer. And Jimmy, who was bringing the ice to the tailgate, has a history of showing up late. Time to get creative. I went back up to the room, found the plastic laundry bag in the closet and hit up the ice machine. The only problem - the bag had several holes along the bottom (likely designed for ventilation) and the ice came out slushy. I looked ridiculous holding a leaking laundry bag. When I got off the elevator on ground floor, I couldn't decide whether to act casual or make a break for it. I decided to play it cool. So, like an idiot, there I am walking through the lobby of a reputable hotel with a plastic bag slung over my shoulder, water pouring out at an alarming pace. A fine start to a Sunday morning . . .
As for the game . . . well, it went about as well as expected. At least the weather was nice . . .
The bright spot of losing is that we skip the post game victory steaks in the parking lot. As a result, I was back home in D.C. by 8:30 . . . Another solid weekend in the books.
And now, back to the grind . . . Monday and Tuesday have been 13 hour work days. And the second half of the week looks no better. I suspect I'll have to work this weekend as well. But, being busy is good when you bill hourly . . . Hopefully, I'll at least get an evening to hit the Shoe for a steak and some poker . . .