Excuses Excuses
We’ve all had those Vegas trips, yes those where we make “less than informed choices” on a variety of topics. Hell that’s part of why this city keeps its charm and remains an obvious top travel destination for letting off steam (among other things).
I’ve lived here for 8 years now and the stories I hear about how people blow through money never cease to amaze me. From strip clubs, to bar tabs, to other sordid pleasures, the opportunities are endless. There are of course stories you share with family and friends but also those little anecdotes/brainstorms you keep from others to avoid embarrassment. Lucky for you, this is that list and while its not autobiographical, I’ve heard all of these recollections or lived through them in some capacity.
Red hit 21 straight times on the roulette wheel, black was due! It was the perfect time to employ a Martingale system to recoup all my losses from the last 6 hours at the blackjack table.
She told me she loved me; Cinnamon never tells her other Rhino clients that. I don’t think it was too early in our relationship to buy her a diamond tennis bracelet when she asked for one at 6am.
Everyone knows good teams don’t get swept in home series. It made perfect gambling sense to chase my losses from the entire trip on the Angels against the Astros.
The 5 teams I bet were all ranked in the top 25 and had moneylines at -400 or higher; no idea how the parlay didn’t hit.
My insurance should cover the morning after bill, my wife’s going to be pissed if she looks at the credit card statement but this option definitely beats a paternity suit.
I only gambled as much as I thought I needed to for them to put me in the pool villa next time I’m here; just not sure it was really worth taking out the additional 20k credit line to do so.
The guy on the strip selling VIP club access said if we bought the around the world package, our group would be taken care of at every top club all weekend long. What club doesn’t want a crew of 15 dudes on a Saturday night that aren’t willing to buy a table?
Just because you miss 3 flights, that’s no reason for the airlines to keep charging you for rescheduling. It’s Vegas, no one ever leaves on time and they should be more lenient.
I figured Hangover Heaven was a free service provided to drunk tourists sponsored by the liquor industry to help them sell more product
You’re telling me I was supposed to know each shot of Patron was 18 bucks at the club? They should have given me a discount when I paid for the entire bachelorette party’s round. At least all of the girls really liked hanging out with me all night and appreciated my sense of humor.
And the absolute worst and most inexcusable way for losing money in Vegas…
How was I supposed to know she was a professional???
