A Little Vegas Gambling before Hustlaball

Last year when I came to Las Vegas, I wanted to go to the Bellagio to gamble for my first time. I had only been 21 years old for a few months by that time and I wanted to usher in my addiction for gambling in with a very ceremonious first time. The sad thing was that I never got my chance. I’m a poor college student… Well, I’m a trust fund baby who ran away from home because my mother and I got into a fight about whose mechanic was better, my friend at jiffy Lube, or her Chinese mechanic in El Monte, California, who doesn’t even know how to do an oil change. How pathetic, right? Besides, she didn’t want me to go back to New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina (that bitch) ruined the recent fall semester. Considering the fact that I didn’t want to be a college drop out, I drove off while my parents were at work.

Anyway, Lex Sabre accompanied me for my first time to go gambling. I’m 22 years old now, and every one I know has went gambling while getting smashed on their 21st birthday. But I didn’t want to be one of those people who go to the casino on Canal St. in New Orleans. That would have been a crappy first experience.
Even though I wanted to go gamble at the Bellagio for my first time, we ended up going to the Paris Casino, which isn’t bad at all. It’s a gorgeous casino after all. Once Lex and I walked in, the first thing he said was, “Now I can say I’ve been to Paris.” I said, “Me too!” Well, Lex left me to my own devices and I ran around frightened, anxious and excited like a chicken with its head cut off. This is why I always require adult supervision…

Anyway, I found the blackjack table and started off with $100. It hit me that it was actual money this time. I had been practicing with online simulations for a year now, but this was different. If I lose, I actually LOSE! I relaxed soon after hitting blackjack for the first time. After playing for about a half hour, I went up to $250. Who says the house always wins?

But when Lex came over, I became overly distracted and lost almost everything until all I had was $20 left. How the hell did that happen? Well, I told him I’d be ready to leave in a few minutes after I lost the last $24 I had. Lex walked about fifteen feet away to lean against a wall. Somehow, in the next fifteen minutes, I kept hitting blackjack and turned that $24 to $154. I immediately took it and dragged Lex to the cash out window and cashed it all out except for a $1 tin coin that I was keeping as a lucky souvenir.

After that, we decided to just go to Treasure Island to go to a buffet that Lex goes to every time he’s in Vegas. While waiting for Lex's car at the valet, it was actually snowing outside. Of course the snowflakes didn't stick cause it wasn't cold enough. They melted as they hit the ground. Anyway, after paying for that buffet, I basically broke even. Oh well… at least I had fun!