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The Good, The Bad and The Ugly - first trip report!

Discussion in 'Full Las Vegas Trip Reports' started by LondonDJ, Jan 26, 2019.

  1. LondonDJ

    LondonDJ Bronze
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    Hello VFers!

    I wrote an article about my last trip to Vegas and I thought I'd share it here too. Apologies for funky formatting/embeds not working. Most of my friends aren't gamblers either so I've explained some stuff which any seasoned Vegasgoer (all of us!) would know. I hope you enjoy it.

    Dan

    P.S Mods please move/remove this if it breaks any rules or anything, and apologies in advance if it does.

    JACKPOT! How I won—and lost—$10,000 in Las Vegas

    26th Jan 2019 18 Minutes
    It’s not a new story. Not by a long stretch. It’s happened to countless people before, and it will happen to countless more in the future.

    This is my version of the story, and it’s true.

    It begins at 9.12 pm in Treasure Island Resort and Casino on the Las Vegas Strip.

    I have just arrived for a week of excitement and fun in Las Vegas and the first slot machine I choose to play is Buffalo Grand.

    It’s a spectacular piece of modern wizardry, with a huge arcing screen, and speakers mounted in the headrest of my chair. The seat even rumbles when buffalos appear.

    I hit a bonus.

    This is exciting, because when you hit a bonus on anything in Vegas, the wins aren’t capped, unlike in the UK. In an arcade or at the bookies, the maximum I can win on a slot is £500.

    Buffalo Grand offers progressive jackpots. There are four of these. The Mini, the Minor, the Super and the Grand. You have to bet at least $3 to win the Grand.

    I am betting $3.

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    Buffalo Grand in all its modern glory.
    I have hit four bonus symbols which gives me a turn on the feature wheel. The feature wheel is The Thing. This is what I play for. I could hit a progressive jackpot or win free games. Let’s see…

    I hit the Super jackpot progressive! It’s at $926.15 which is at the high end for a Super progressive, and it’s a lovely start to my trip, on my first night and all.

    But wait. Buffalo Grand has another feature. If you land on a certain section of the wheel, then you get the chance to spin another wheel, one which multiplies your win.

    I have landed on this section, and now I get to spin the multiplier wheel.

    At the very least I will now win a double jackpot. This is what I expect to win, because that is the multiplier which most commonly lands.

    I spin the wheel.

    There is an old Chinese lady playing on the machine next to me. She joins me, and shares in the excitement of what happens next. The wheel spins, slows and then creeps past x2, x3, x5….I’m willing it to stop.

    It lands on times ten.

    Times TEN.

    That’s nine THOUSAND dollars and more.

    I am speechless.

    The machine goes BRRRRRIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG! And the numbers run up faster than seconds, and the Chinese lady is standing behind me now, squawking and pointing.







    The rest of the bonus (I have won free games too) plays out and the final total is nine thousand four hundred dollars.

    That’s near enough to ten grand.

    TEN grand.

    Between the time difference, the gin and tonics, the eleven-hour flight, the slow-as-hell airport shuttle, the beers, the lights, the sounds, the oxygen being pumped into the casino, and the very excited Chinese lady who has now been joined by a friend, I am totally bewildered. Has this just happened? Has it really? All I can think is that I need a beer.

    A cocktail waitress appears as if by magic.

    “Oh gee, look what you won! Congrats honey, you want champagne?”

    “Er—ah, a Budweiser,” I stammer. I am in America and I want to drink something American, goddammit.

    “Good win!” exclaims another voice. I look up and it’s the lady from the souvenir store behind me. She is Chinese too, and she’s grinning and nodding.

    “Good win,” she says again, pointing at the machine. I grin.

    Then a slot supervisor appears. This has happened to me twice before in Las Vegas; the mythical “hand pay”. Because of a quirk in U.S law, any single win over $1200 has to be paid by a slot attendant, and the federal government takes a cut—unless you are a foreign citizen, which I am, which is peachy, because I will get the full amount.

    “Daniel!” he says, “Congratulations, sir, that’s a helluva win.”

    He knows my name because I always play with a loyalty card. It makes sense for a gambler, and it makes super-sense for a casino. These corporations have been harvesting data for decades. Data means knowledge and knowledge is power. They have lots of knowledge. My name. My age. My income. What I play. When I play. With what intensity I play. What my bankroll is. How long my trip lasts. Where else I’m staying. What I like to drink. What I like to eat. Whether I went to the buffet or the pool or the bar or the restroom. With almost $10 billion dollars in gaming revenue per year, they know their customers very well indeed.

    The attendant plugs a card into the machine and types some numbers into a little keypad there. He turns and grins at me.

    “It’s gonna be cash,” he says. His teeth are very white. Professionally whitened, I’m sure. His blue jacket is a little frayed, and it hangs loosely on his frame. There’s a smudge of ink on one of the cuffs.

    “Cash. Great. Yes. Wow.”

    Ten grand in cash. What an absolutely intoxicating thought.

    “Won’t be a moment,” he says.

    I hand over my ID and wait. The machine is locked up and I stare at the scrolling message in a dumbfounded stupor; “Call attendant. You have won a SUPER HYPERLINK jackpot.”

    All the while, the plinky piano music plays that accompanies all hand pays on Aristocrat machines. Gamblers know this tune like a hymn. So do hookers. If I had hit this at 3am instead of 8pm, I would be getting mobbed.

    My beer appears, and I tip the cocktail waitress $20, and I give her an origami dolphin that I have folded from a one-dollar bill. She beams at me. I take a gulp of beer and feel superb about my generosity. I can afford to be generous. I am rich now.

    “You just holla if you need anything else, honey, mmkay?”

    I nod.

    The first Chinese lady returns to her own machine and starts mashing the buttons.

    Mr Blue Jacket returns, accompanied by another slot attendant. She hands me some paper to sign, gives me back my passport and then unlocks the machine.

    “Now hold out your hand, please, Daniel,” she says.

    I hold out both my hands, and Mr Blue starts counting out the money; a fat stack of hundred-dollar bills.

    “And ah—One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, one thousand, and one…”

    As he continues counting, my palms start sweating. I can feel the weight of the hundred-dollar bills as they stack up in my palm. This is amazing. It’s a dream. It can’t be happening.

    Except that it is.

    When he finishes, he unlocks the machine and tells me to give it one spin to clear the jackpot screen. I do. Then I give it one for luck. Then I hit collect (my original balance of a hundred and something dollars is still in there) and thank them both and shove the bills into a tight wad in my jeans pocket and get the hell up to my room as fast as I can without sprinting.

    Oh my god. Oh my god.

    I have just won ten thousand dollars.

    +++

    Back in my room, I count my cash out on the desk. There’s a lot of it. There’s more than ten thousand dollars.

    TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS.

    I stack the 10k up in my room safe and lock it. Then I open the safe and stare at the cash again. Then I lock it again. Then I take $1000 out of my wallet, put the wallet and the rest of its contents back in the room safe and head downstairs for some more gambling. Why not? I could win more.

    After all, I’m rich now.

    And I’m fucking wired.

    +++

    The next day I move to Encore, the second of three hotels that I’m staying at on the trip. You might wonder why I’m staying at three different places in a trip that lasts less than a week. Any Vegas gambler would know why.

    Freebies.

    Free buffets. Free rooms. Free concert tickets.

    They even give you free money that you have to play through once on a machine. This is called Freeplay, and I love it. Most newer gamblers love Freeplay. The more seasoned types prefer FB—Food and Beverage credit; an allowance to spend at any of the dozens of eateries that each property offers. This is because they know that they will get more value from FB than FP. For a seasoned gambler, FP goes fast—it means a few minutes more play time on a machine, if that.

    Encore is palatial, and spacious, and luxurious well beyond what I am used to. It smells like vanilla and promise and class. The carpets are swirly and inviting. The chandeliers demand picture-taking. The loos are nice enough to have your dinner in. I feel bloody fabulous when I’m here. Wealthy and successful and lucky.

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    The kitsch splendour of Encore at Christmas.
    They have given me a four-hundred-and-eighty-foot suite with a stunning view of the Las Vegas Strip. I have a huge bathroom with two sinks and a TV the size of very large dog. They have put Alexa in my room and I have tremendous fun asking her to open the drapes, to turn the lights down low and to play classical music. I try different accents. She is fine with Latino and Jamaican, but she struggles with Irish and Liverpudlian.

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    Alexa and I had a brief but fulfilling relationship.
    Once I have unpacked, I take a shower and then I head downstairs to get stuck in. This time I take $1500 with me. It’s no problem. I’ve still got my Ten K tucked safely away in my room safe. I am rich. Wealthy. I am a winner. I can afford to bet bigger than I normally do. It will be fine.

    I’ll probably win more.

    Downstairs, I get stuck into Britney Spears (not like that, get your mind out of the gutter), Buffalo Gold, Five Dragons, Woodland Whisper, China Shores, African Diamond, Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory, World of Wonka, Wonder Woman Gold, Moon Maidens, Tornado and a huge number of other things. Every slot machine is fundamentally the same—you put in money, you press a button, a random number is generated, the number corresponds to a certain configuration of symbols which is what I, the player, see on the screen in front of me. And this happens in the blink of an eye. And then you win or lose. So, what’s the appeal? Why play lots of machines? Every slot machine is different, you see. Different sounds, different tunes, different themes, different colours and animations and gimmicks and WAYS to WIN.

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    Getting toxic with Britney Spears.
    I’m up almost immediately. I chuck a hundred in Tabasco (yes, like the sauce—there is a slot machine for almost anything nowadays) and triple it. A sweet hit on Top Dollar gives me another hundred and fifty. And so it goes. Once I have cashed out from about ten machines, I take my tickets (TITOs, they are called), to the best machine in the casino—the cashing out machine (which also doubles as an ATM, and even a cash advance service should you require such). When I cash out all my tickets, they come to $1300 and something, which is a bit odd as I distinctly remember winning. Still, $1500 to $1300 in a good few hours of gaming is NOTHING to me. I have TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS upstairs and I’m rich, goddammit.

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    Buffet joy. Plate #4 of 6.
    I head to the buffet (free for me, of course). I have a modest six courses consisting chiefly of prime rib, grilled steak, roast turkey, buttered carrots, Chinese rice and broccoli with garlic, pepperoni pizza dusted with parmesan and flakes of chilli, chicken Caesar salad, spaghetti and meatballs, pickled jalapenos, Caesar salad, Nocellara olives, mac n cheese and assorted cheese and New York cheesecake with a scoop of Vanilla ice cream. Then I leave my server a sweet tip, and tootle off to my favourite shisha café, Luna Lounge.

    +++

    The next day starts the same as before. Nice wad of cash in the safe. Nice chunk in my pocket. Under normal circumstances, I’d start the day with two or three hundred dollars in my pocket, forcing a return to my room and creating a gambling break by necessity when I lose. But these are not normal times, friends.

    Go downstairs. Go hard. Cocktail waitress appears. Coffee. Switch to electronic roulette. Table limits in the UK bookies? £50 as standard. Vegas? $5000. And that’s just for electronic roulette. Fuck it. Hundred dollars a spin. My bankroll goes down, down, down, down, up, up, down, up, down, down, down, down, really up and I leave. Have I won or lost? No idea. Doesn’t matter.

    I am rich.

    The next few hours are a blur. Mighty Cash, Whales of Cash, Mega Vault, The Simpsons, Golden Goddess, Wicked Winnings, Congo, Game of Thrones, Buffalo Gold, Monopoly, China Shores, The Goonies, The Monkees, Black Widow, Snow Leopard, Diamond Sevens, Walking Dead 2, Treasures of Egypt, Dragon Spin, River Dragons, Grand Dragon, Five Dragons Grand, Megabucks, Thunderball, Super Jackpot Party and roulette, and blackjack and weird poker variants and tips for the cocktail waitresses and one beer becoming three beers becoming am I up or down? I’m not sure, and then I need to head back to the room for another thousand—but it’s ok, we’re fine—ahh, let’s make it fifteen hundred, just to save me another trip.

    +++

    By the following day, I am down. By how much? A few thousand. It’s no big deal, but it feels weird. I am still up for the trip of course—well up. Hugely up. But it feels weird. The briefest niggling doubt enters my mind. The concrete certainty of “I am going home with a fat stack” is getting chipped away at.

    Hmm.

    There is a mall on the Strip called the Fashion Show Mall. I’m not sure why. It has a massive alien spacecraft type thing crash-landed on top of it. I head there. I need trainers. And I need to spend some of this money on something other than just more gambling. I find a shop which sells trainers. I buy trainers. Lots of trainers. The selection is epic, and the service is superb.

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    Quite the selection.
    Then I remember a few gifts I want to get for people. Reese’s Pieces hoodies, Sour Patch Kids Extreme candy, smartphone gloves and whatnot. Vegas things. Fun things. I head to New York, New York. I don’t gamble there. I just gawp and then buy some stuff. There is a quarter size Statue Of Liberty and another one made of Hershey bars. There is a roller coaster that goes in and out of the building. There is an Irish pub with real Irish people drinking Guinness in it.

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    Choco-Liberty.
    I have a slice of pizza which is the size of a normal pizza. I can’t finish it. I get back to my room much later and dump everything I have bought in the corner.

    I feel quite excellent about my purchases.

    Then I head over to the Cosmopolitan for more gambling. The Cosmo is a newer property and it shows. The place is all sparkles and yells. All titties and shaved chests. I hear the savage sounds of winning; American cries of “Hell, yeah!” “Shit, yeah!” and “Fuck, yeah!” interspersed with handpay music and the sounds of a million different slot machines.

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    View of The Cosmopolitan from across the Fountains of Bellagio.
    I decide that I must do battle with Queen Of The Wild 2. This scantily-clad lady and her pet gorilla beat the hell out of me on my last trip, but this time will be different. I can feel it. I will bet bigger. I am going for it: $10 a spin.

    Two hours later and I am down $1,000.

    I keep going.

    Six minutes later and I hit my second handpay of the trip; $1472. I feel relieved and weirdly satisfied. I collect my winnings from a slot attendant. I give him a tip and an origami dollar shirt-and-tie, and then it’s off to the shisha café.

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    Handpay #2 courtesy of the Queen of the Wild.
    Then it will be back to Encore. And it will be Beer O’ Clock. And there will be some more gambling.

    +++

    It’s my last night at Encore and my stake size has levelled up. Instead of carrying five hundred dollars with me as standard, I carry a thousand (or perhaps fifteen hundred). Instead of $3 per spin as standard, I’m betting $10.

    I am spending more and more time in the High Limit area.

    While I still have my original bankroll intact, my Ten K mega-win is now down to two thousand or so. How has this happened? I wish I could tell you, but it’s all too blurry.

    I play Woodland Whisper and hit another hand-pay. This time it’s $2400—my second biggest win ever in Vegas. It feels great, but I was betting $25. Perhaps this is the crazy [re]turning point? Perhaps I’m about to go on a tear and get right back up to 10k or more? I tip both slot attendants with some cash and a dollar origami airplane. I’m in Vegas. I’m feeling it. I decide to go for it with Forbidden Dragons. I do like a dragon.

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    Handpay #3. A great hit but a big bet.
    I get deep into the machine—a thousand dollars in with no bonus. That’s when I start chasing the bonus. It must come soon. It must. A thousand dollars through and no big win? Unthinkable. We had this with Queen of the Wild 2 but then it hit. This must be the same. It has to be. I am still rich (ish). I can still afford to go hard at this machine. It’s all about timing. Let’s hit that bonus on a big bet. Let’s make it happen. This is America, goddammit! I whack my betsize up to $20 per spin.

    Gambler’s call this “going on a tilt”.

    Another eighteen hundred plus and I slink back upstairs and fall into bed.

    +++

    The next day is moving day. I’m at Bellagio for the final part of my trip. As I check in, I drink in the sights and the sounds. The place is dressed for Christmas and it looks bloody amazing. Vegas always looks bloody amazing. I walk past the biggest chocolate fountain in the world, and the Cirque Du Soleil art exhibition and a coffee shop where a latte costs eight dollars. I gawp at the Atrium. There are giant polar bears frolicking. There is full size horse drawn carriage. There are massive presents. I take loads of pictures. Then I go for a wander in the casino.

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    The Bellagio atrium, Christmas 2018.
    I walk past a lady playing two slots simultaneously. This is not an uncommon sight in Vegas (or anywhere with slots, for that matter).

    One of the machines is going “ning-ning-ning-ning-ning-ning,” as the digital sound of coins hitting a metal tray plays loudly. I inch forward and see that she has hit fifty thousand dollars. She isn’t even looking at the winning machine. She’s focused entirely on the other one, playing $20 a spin.

    +++

    By the end of my first night in Bellagio, I have spent the entire 10k that I won on my first night.

    The win still feels like a dream, but it feels tainted.

    I feel like shit.

    I call my friend David and tell him what has happened. He gasps and commiserates at all the right points. I begin to feel a little better.

    “Look,” he says, “one way to think about this is that you wouldn’t have won that money in the first place if you hadn’t been gambling. If you’d kept gambling and won a hundred thousand then you’d be popping champagne! It’s money you didn’t have in the first place. The casino always wins, right?”

    That’s true and it does make me feel a bit better.

    But then I think of what I could have done with that kind of money, and I feel like shit again. I could have bought a hundred pairs of lovely trainers. A hundred! That’s a lifetime supply! I could have had another holiday here, or pretty much anywhere else. I could have bought a car. I could have renovated my bathroom. I could have started a trust for my niece and nephew. I could have paid someone’s entire university fees. I could have bought about a million penny sweets.

    On the one hand ten grand is not that much money. On the other hand, it really is rather a lot of money actually. I go back and forth in my head and do some more self-flagellation. And then I pull myself together. I’m in Vegas. I’m having fun. This is a holiday. I’ve got a story to tell. Let me go and enjoy some more freebies. So, I have another buffet, and a few more drinks, and a couple of cigars, and I gamble at a level which is less exciting but more manageable. I spend the night chatting and playing next to a couple of up-and-coming rappers with gold teeth and remarkable tattoos and stories to tell. We’re losing but we’re laughing, and in that drunken, smoke-filled haze, I start coming to terms with what has happened.

    +++

    It’s my last night in Vegas and I have a quarter of my bankroll left. My ordinary bankroll. There have been no more mega-wins. I have spent more time enjoying the amenities of Vegas than when I was flush with cash. I’ve seen the classic cars at The Linq, and the white tigers at The Mirage and the gobsmacking art installations at Aria. I’ve left some origami around the place, and taken lots of pictures, and chased Pokémon up and down the strip. I’ve had tacos and steak and burgers. I’ve smoked lots of shisha.

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    My last night in Vegas.
    If I had never hit that first jackpot, I would be more than satisfied with this. I would count it an excellent holiday. As it is, I am still hoping for a last-minute monster; some glorious hit that will mean I go home a winner. A Hail Mary hit. A once-in-a-blue-moon lightning bolt of redemption. It has happened to me once before; I hit big in my last hour in Vegas once, and went home with enough to pay for the next trip. Perhaps I’ll get lucky. You never know. We shall see.

    The freebies have stacked up on this trip too, and my offers will improve in the future given how much I have played. Of course they will. The casinos want me back. I am a very popular fellow. When I tell friends about the sort of things I get, they are flabbergasted. What they don’t realize is that free isn’t free if you’re paying for it with gambling. One slice of pizza? That cost me $250 gambling. A buffet that costs $60? Yours for $660. A bottle of Fiji water that a cocktail waitress brings you (while you keep playing that slot machine)? that’ll be $500, please.

    On the other hand, if you’re going to gamble anyway (which I am) then you may as well get something for it—and get something nice. I’ll take a beautiful suite, free drinks all night and a spectacular buffet over the UK alternative; a grimy bookies with menace in the air and a waxy paper cup of tepid instant coffee. Ladbrokes this ain’t.

    Do I regret blasting all that money back? You bet your sweet fucking ass I do. It was idiotic. But I’m not going to beat myself up about it. There is no point. I haven’t hurt anyone or been unkind to them. Instead, I’ll savour the fact that I experienced something that hardly anyone does; the excitement of a major jackpot win in just the place where you do (or don’t?) want to win it: Las Vegas.

    And I have those trainers, of course. They are very nice trainers.

    +++

    It’s my final morning.

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    Saying goodbye to Elvira.
    I have $500 left from my entire original bankroll. Before I head to the airport (where you can gamble, of course), I have some comps to use at Cosmopolitan. I head over there, and plonk myself down in front of the innuendo-rich Elvira slot machine. I light my final cigar of the trip and enjoy all the boob jokes until my comps are exhausted, and I have a couple of hundred dollars left. Just as I’m taking the final puffs of my cigar, a woman sits down to play the machine next to mine. On her second spin, she hits a win. She screeches. A man comes over and stares at the screen.

    “Oh my god, honey, oh my GAHHD!” he exclaims.

    “I can’t believe it, baby!” She says.

    “This is crazy! You wanna do the buffet, honey? Let’s do the buffet! With champagne!”

    “Totally!”

    She collects her ticket and stands up, the man continues shaking his head in disbelief. He catches my eye and gestures at the machine, “She just won two hunnerd dollars, man! Ya believe that?”

    “Yeah, that’s a nice win,” I say.

    “Unbelievable,” he says, still shaking his head, “two hunnerd dollars. Damn.”. He puts his arm around the woman’s shoulders and they walk off.

    I stub out my cigar. It’s time for me to leave too.

    +++++

    Thanks for reading my words. If you enjoyed them, then you might like my books:

    All are available on Amazon.

    Thank you for reading.

    Daniel.
     
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    Great TR, well written, understand your feelings. Viva Las Vegas
     
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    Great read! You captured what vegas is about the good/bad side of it and what can happen when winning big/early on a trip. :)
     
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    Great story for drunken times, telling your mates how you won 10k and blew it inside a few days, that's making proper memories.

    I hope to have stories to tell like that some day :)
     
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    This has to be the best trip report that I can recall ever having read.
     
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    wow. your TR made me feel like i was there with ya.. trust me, 80% of been on that roller coaster. i've been on it multiple times, except the exact opposite. get crushed and make a comeback (damage control). can't wait for your next TR..

    btw, loved the "i'm in america... I am in America and I want to drink something American, goddammit." made me laugh like a lunatic at work.
     
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    Congrats on the $10k win! Would it have been great to take it all home with you? Sure, but then you wouldn’t have this great story to share for the rest of your life. We’ve all done this to one extreme or another....OK, maybe not @aprilroncincy because they have unbelievable self-control. But I’ve certainly done it....and I will again. Why? Because there’s a chance you’ll hit that $100k jackpot. There’s something about losing money won that doesn’t hurt as much as losing money earned.
    Thanks for the very well-written report. Hope you’ll continue to contribute.
     
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    Great trip report...enjoyed reading it. The only problem is that it comes too close to home as I always seem to do this after a huge win. I know the feeling only too well.
     
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    Hey Ainsworth whisperer - this was so true "There’s something about losing money won that doesn’t hurt as much as losing money earned."
     
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    I’ve done plenty of both, Sir!!
     
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    Read the report out loud - excellent story telling - wish I had half the writing ability as you. I wouldn't believe the win except of course you have the video to prove it....lol

    Thanks for a great read.
     
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    Ditto - I plan on earmarking some of my freeplay on the Ainsworth $1 kiosk near the players desk at Aria - do you have a preferred number of lines to play?
     
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    Wow, what an experience, the exciting moment of a mega win is what gambling is all about. Amazing TR, thanks for sharing.
     
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    Great story. I especially liked the bit at the end with the couple excited about their $200 win after all of your excellent writing on your hand pays.

    That's Vegas in a nutshell.

    Thanks for posting that.
     
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    My luck has come playing the $1 denom x10 lines progressives.
     
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    great read! Very entertaining!! I guess “ what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas “ ..... point in case THE MONEY..... lol. I can’t say that I wouldn’t have done the same thing.... cuz I know damn well I would have too:) lol.
     
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    Well written TR. Glad you had a fun time!
     
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    Very entertaining trip report! Thanks for posting.
     
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    Really enjoyed your TR. Felt like were right there with you. Great visuals...

    Congrats on the big win which allowed you such a fabulous story.
     
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    Excellent trip report, glad you decided to share it with us. I wish I had just 5% of writing talent and I already have 110% the gambol talent you expressed - been there done that.
     
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