Vegas Craps

I miss Vegas. I really do. I haven't been there in over a year. A whole year without the bright lights of Vegas. It's not the whole of Vegas that I miss...it's actually the craps table. I have often found myself engaged in serious discussion about Craps betting philosophies with multiple people. For those of you that have never had a chance to partake of the fun that is craps...you're really missing out. I can't sit in front of a slot machine forever because I get bored and frustrated. The craps table though. Every time I walk past it, I'm rubber-necking to see what the point is or to see how a table is doing.
I'm an emotional craps player too. I have all these...rituals let's call it. And I didn't develop these rituals on my own, it's from going to Vegas with Debra. I know it. She brings out the dork in me.

The rituals:
- before playing our first game of craps, we have to go to the wall of fame and touch the plaque of Mel Tupinio. (No, we don't know who he is, but he's from Wahiawa and so is Deb so we figure by touching his plaque, we might have good luck)
- we will usually jump on a table that is NOT crowded
- we will usually play with dealers that we think look nice or that we've played with before. once we establish a repore (sp?) with a dealer, we will most likely play the table that dealer is dealing on almost every time
- if we are on a table with someone that we don't like (asshole-like, no pass betters, etc...) we will make every attempt to avoid playing on a table that person is playing on in the future. if he/she comes to a table that we're already on, we will most likely leave the table shortly after.
- when i throw the dice, i like to have the 3's showing in a v pattern with the point facing out.
- we like to nickname the people that play on the tables with us. the names are not very original and are kind of lame. some notable favorites - uncle bearded man (because the guy had a beard), uncle jingles (he used to like to jingle his chips in his pocket), bazooka (she had a bazooka shirt on), pearl city (he had a pearl city hat on)...our creativity at work here.
- i almost always lay a dealer bet when i lay a hard ways bet for myself.

I'm sure there are more rituals, but as I'm writing this blog, I'm starting to jones even more for Vegas so I need to stop. The rituals all seem a little chronic, and it is. The betting philosophy is even more complicated. Everyone has their own and I'm extremely conservative whereas Deb is a little more daring so she'll usually win bigger than me or lose faster than me.

Vegas Rocks!

Don't Put Your Shit Undies in the Car

Oh my God, I totally forgot about this story that K (the K from the previous story) told us about another one of our co-workers. The guy he's talking about is an older, japanese guy. Little bit skebe but overall a cool guy. (Skebe = pervyish. Consider this your pidgin' lesson for today). We'll just call him Skebs for the sake of this story. So K tells us that a while ago, Skebs went to the bathroom and when he came back, he blurts out to K. "I made doodoo in my pants so I took off my underwear and put it in my car." Ok...that is LMFAO. I was like, why in the hell would he TELL you that he did that? S was cracking up because he was like, why the hell is he keeping the damn doo doo bvd's. Just throw the damn thing away. I asked if it was alot of doo doo and K's response "I don't fricken know, after he told me that, I didn't ask him to see it! But, I don't think it was alot because he came back to work after."



On a different note, I seem to write alot about, doo doo and botos (penis'). I think doots conversations are funny and I'm obsessed with boto. I mean, I am JUST a woman afterall but penis is awesome. I often like to ask my female friends what they would do if they had a penis. I know the first thing I would do is pee standing up. I would start off with a toilet but I know that I'd have to pee on a tree and for sure and then spell my name in pee. I'd kind of want to swing it around a bit, kinda like I would twirl a rope/string in my hand or something. Then, I would probably like to whack some guy in the face or poke them in the eye with my boto. Lol. Don't ask me why, it just seems like it would be fun.

Friends With Benefits

This weekend sure was hectic. Worked on Friday night, 2 parties on Saturday and then worked again on Sunday. It felt like I didn't have any time for myself. On Saturday, went to my friend's kid's birthday party during lunch-ish and then in the evening, got to gether with some old gecko-mates (people I used to work with at GEICO). That was awesome since we don't always have a chance to get together and I really missed them! Seriously, I must have the most awesome friends in the world. They are so damn funny.

Let's take my friend K. We were sitting around the table and talking and somehow, K's dating life comes up. He says that he's been "seeing" this girl for a little while. When grilled further by the girls about the seriousness of this relationship, he admits to the fact that this girl is not his "girlfriend", she is a girl he sees about once a week that he engages in sexual activities with. Basically, they're FTF'ers. Then K goes on to tell us, that he met her one night when he was all drunk at a bar and that is how they hooked up. He proceeds to say that he didn't even know her name the first 3 times they went out! I was like, shut the hell up. He said that he was serious and that he had tried calling her voicemail to see if he could figure out her name but her voicemail didn't have her name on it. He even made a friend of his call her and ask for "Mary." When the girl responded that it was the wrong number, his friend said, "Oh, who's this?" but then the girl hung up. On the 3rd or 4th time they hung out, he got her wasted and waited until she passed out and then looked at her ID in her wallet. I asked him what was wrong with her that he didn't want to settle down with her. His answer was, "She has fake boobs! I can't settle down with a girl that has fake boobs. That is a sign of someone that is too materialistic." I'm sure he didn't think they were too materalistic when they were bouncing around in his face! He finished that conversation with "I hope she dumps me soon." :sigh: Boys. You boys seriously do let your weiner do too much of the thinking for you sometime.

All in all, it was a great weekend, the only thing that could have made it better was an extra day off.