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Monday, August 19, 2019

Full Pay Video Poker

I always feel better having a decent bankroll on me. And all of a sudden, I was flush(er) with cash. Time to strut.

Across the street, I stopped strutting and went into the Fremont. What to do, what to do?... Full pay Bonus Poker Triple Play Slutty Times Pay, that's what.

From the get-go, this machine was happy. I was getting tons of dealt paying hands, improving many of them. The only thing was, I wasn't getting any spinner multipliers.

That's okay for now, I thought - because this game can eat you alive, fast, if you aren't hitting anything.

Next thing I knew, my old nemesis showed up - four to a Royal on multi-play.


I facetimed the Quad Queen and Chippy so they could watch me fail, live.

Finally, I got some decent spinner action.




And the four-to-a-royal thing happened AGAIN.



My credits dropped down alarmingly low and I figured I was out, but I got some fulls house and other things, and then I clawed my way back.



I really hammered this machine hard for a solid hour. And I found myself at exactly $100.25. Time to ponder. Should I just call it quits and be happy I was even? It's very easy to go through $200 or $300 or even more in an hour on this game.


I played on. And instead of the usual plummet to credit death, I pulled out a win.




I cashed that ticket and wandered around a bit.

It seemed like a good time to take a bit of a flyer, so I picked out a likely looking dollar slot and boomed it.



I was running on CTUG power, just going around collecting money! Or so I thought. Roller coasters don't just roll, they coast too.

A Double Deuces machine caught my eye and ate a twenty, as did some weird slot with a $13,000 progressive that hadn't been hit since 1997.

Things were really improving, and with that, I was up on the day. Next stop, the Downtown Grand, to see what was what with the full pay Double Double progressive at the bar.




I had a very delicious $100 IPA and hit fuck all.

Braving the heat, I walked the back route to the California.


Although I now basically hate Fremont street when it is anything but empty, I will say this - the canopy makes a huge difference in the heat level. Unfortunately, the bare sagging football boobs and naked fat men and head-bursting bucket drummers pick up the discomfort slack.

Am I on point or just a cranky old fuck? (You may select more than one option.)

Blackjack at the Cal - $10 a hand, double deck pitch game, no DAS though. I bought in for $100 and went on a tear.

I still have a burning desire to fulfill my dream of winning a $500 purple chip, and within 6 minutes, I was up $60, and within 20 minutes, I was up $175 - over halfway home, including my buy-in. Generally, I'm hoping to buy in for $100 or less and color up a purple chip.

There were just two of us playing to start, but the other fellow left, and the rest of this session was head-to-head, just me and the dealer. Boy it goes fast, that way.

With a dealer change, all of a sudden, my luck disappeared. It was ugly. And I found myself with $105, wondering whether to bail or keep going and probably get felted.

I made a bet, won it, bumped to $15, and lost. I colored exactly what I'd bought in for, after an hour of play, leaving behind $175 in winnings that I'd given back. It kind of sucked, but at least I'd broken even.


    2 comments:

    1. Haven't been to Vegas since 2015, is really that bad under the canopy now?

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      1. In a nutshell, yes. If you're out and about when it's busy like at night, it's pretty intense. Some people like that.

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