About every six weeks or so, a regular group of my friends and I head on out to the Connecticut Casinos to try to bring a few dollars home that we normally wouldn't have. This group consists of high stakes "gamers" (gambler has such a distasteful ring to it) and those of us who get feverish when there is $5 on the line.
My friend Shaun and I fall into the latter category. We have probably made the trip to the casino 10 times in the last few years and every time it is the same story: we separate from our high roller friends, circle around the casino for 45 minutes, trying to find the allusive $5 minimum bet craps table. As soon as we do, we plop down our $5 and hope to God we don't lose it. It's not that we don't have a little extra to bet with, but each red chip (the equivalent of $5) represents eating lunch out, or half a movie ticket, etc. and to just give away money for no reason is against my nature.
Normally we head up on a Tuesday or Thursday after work so the crowds are more manageable and the $5 tables are a little less scarce, but our friend Dan was traveling up to meet his cousins this past Saturday and asked if we wanted to go.
So we loaded up the car and drove the 90 minutes to the Casino. Upon arrival, our worst fears were realized; the place was packed. Geniuses that we are, we forgot that the Preakness was run that day and of course all casinos would be packed with people betting on the ponies and then playing table games. The true travesty is that there would be no $5 tables. If we were to "game" this evening, the stakes would be considerably higher....$10 to get in on the game.
To be continued...
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