I went here last night to play some blackjack. In the past, my experiences with blackjack consisted of getting $50 out of the ATM, handing it directly to the dealer, then going to eat. Why? Because it saved me both time and aggravation.
Playing blackjack was not my thing simply because I didn’t understand the finer points of the game, splitting a pair, doubling down, insurance, and odds. I still don’t understand a lot of it, but last night I understood enough to come out ahead. I WON! Yep, that’s right, Dear Reader, for the first time ever, I walked out of a casino with more cash than I had going in. And let me tell you something, that $4.50 is just the beginning. Next time, I’m not leaving till I’m up at least $9.75! WAHOO!
And, for the record, if you’re going to be a blackjack dealer, it would seriously help if you knew how to count. No, really, it would. You see, I’m pretty sure I got paid two or three times by mistake. The bad thing is that now I don’t know if I actually won the $4.50 because of my blackjack skills or because the dealer couldn’t count. It better be the blackjack skills because I’ve been told that girls only want boyfriends who have great skills.
** Said in my best Dave