Share Your Best Casino Stories!

I wanna hear your most memorable casino stories!

I actually have two...

My mom and I were having lunch in a casino coffee shop... I was just shy of legal gambling age. I asked her to play a keno game for me, so she did, and I lost. I asked her to play it one more time, she said no. I begged, telling her I had a feeling, and she still said no... but she added that if the numbers came up, she%26#39;d pay me herself. Sure enough, my numbers hit. I was cool with laughing it off, but she was mad at herself and paid me on the spot... about $200.

My other story happened a few years later on Fremont Street. I was playing some old video poker machine... the kind you could try to double your winnings by picking the high or low card.... as many times as you dared. A formally-dressed couple was sitting next to me... he noticed how conservative I was with my play, and kept encouraging me to go for it. He was definitely making it more exciting by getting me to take more chances, and we were all having a lot of fun. I think he liked seeing my reaction when I%26#39;d win something good. Anyway, when he and his wife got up to leave, he wanted to give me their two buckets of quarters. Shocked, I politely declined... several times... but they both insisted, saying I made their night. There was almost $300 in those buckets!

Okay, now it%26#39;s your turn... share your stories, no matter how long ago they happened!

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Back in the 80s I%26#39;d lost my entire three day gambling budget of $500 within a few hours of arriving at the Dunes. As I was walking into the men%26#39;s room feeling ready to throw up, I found a crumpled and very damp $100 bill on the floor. After looking around to see if its owner may still be nearby, I got it under the dryer until it was just about usuable.

Rather than do the sensible thing and walk away having cut my losses I looked upon it as %26#39;a sign%26#39; and put the $100 on red on a roulette table. After three spins of the wheel letting my winnings ride I walked away with $800 to enjoy quite a few 50c beers (those were the days!).

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Blagger: Love your story!

I was at the Stardust in 2003. Had lost most of the money I had on me (but had more in the room safe). Was down to my last $100 black chip. Six hours later I cashed out for $17,500

The casino tried every trick in the book - shills, women, new dealers, new cards, special drinks to try, etc. Just couldn%26#39;t seem to lose that night. The part I really feel good about is that I was tipping waitresses and dealers accordingly. One cocktail waitress started crying after I tipped her $100.

Two days later I won another $5,000. Normally I charge a lot on the room but did not on this trip. I had a few drinks and coffee shops charged to my room and when I was ready for checkout, I asked a floorman to cover my charges. They asked for my players card and looked me up on the computer. What a great moment that was when I saw her eyes bug out. She asked me if the $50 was all I charged, and I said %26#39;yep%26#39;.

Back in the 80s at the Dunes, I was winning so much, that I actually used a $100 as tp in a stall, an dthen threw it on the ground. I wonder what happened to it...

Juuuuust kidding.

Not really a casino story, but a funny vegas story:

My husband and I got married in Vegas on the strip. We decided to go downtown to Hugo%26#39;s cellar to have our reception. He jumped in a cab with my brother in law and I got into a different cab with my my sister. The cab driver thought that my husband had just gotten married to my brother in law and tried to tell them where all the gay bars were downtown. Then they got out of the cab downtown and everyone was congratulating them (as if they just got married to each other) and clapping for them. When I finally met up with them at Hugo%26#39;s they were totally embarrassed and my husband did not leave my side for the rest of the night! Hee Hee!

I was in Vegas on my annual guys trip (#9 is scheduled to start in 72 hours). After being foiled by the monorail closing early (1 am is early, right?), we decided to gamble some more. Two of my friends wandered off to lose their lucky twenties at roulette, but my buddy and I were happy betting at the Harrah’s craps table. The dice were warm, some money was flowing in, and the five Abercrombie-wearing frat guys and one unpleasant woman were pretty animated around the table. Then the dice got passed to me.

Now I’ll be honest here – I’m a bad craps shooter. Perhaps its nerves, perhaps its sweaty palms – whatever the case, I’m usually a cooler. Usually. But this night was different. My first five rolls made two points and a yo. Then I established another point and started hitting every number with money on it. The point came down and the frat guys started chanting for me. “Striped shirt, striped shirt.” It was awesome.

Then I got the best moment of my gambling life. I set a point and the unpleasant woman, standing directly to my right, said, “Any 7.” She was betting against me? Forget that. I rolled two numbers and then made the point. She grumbled something as her money was collected. The next roll put another number up, she bet the “Any 7,” and I took the point down again. People were clustered around the table, even though it was 1:30 am. I set another point, a Five I think, and she looks me up and down. “Any 7. No way he can do it again. Any 7.”

Now I’m upset. Not only has she repeatedly bet against me and the table, but she insists on betting the Any 7 which has one of the worst odds in the casino. She’s being unpleasant AND an idiot. “I can’t do it again? Watch.”

For once, my awesome sense of self-satisfaction proves justified. Not only did I make the point and win money for the rest of the table, but I closed her out and made her leave the table.

Shortly after she walked off, I sevened out. After having such a monster roll, I wanted to color up but my buddy was up next and he convinced me to stay for his roll. I protested, he insisted, and I caved like a little girl. I don’t remember the details after that – all I know is that we collectively won a TON of money and hopefully taught someone a little bit of humility.

About 5 months later, I was sitting in a 1-2 NL game at Binions and the same unpleasant woman sat down across the table from me. She recognized me right off – it’s nice that I made an impression. :)

I played the penny mega million slot, and hit the jackpot. I was so excited I couldn%26#39;t take it. Then I fell out of bed and woke up, broke, but still in Vegas!

I was in college at UNLV, this was probably around 1992, so the budget was very limited. I had a bank account that if you deposited money into the ATM you could make an immediate withdrawl up to $200.

After a long night of drinking and probably bad luck with the opposite $ex, a friend and I decide we need to go play some BJ. With not much money I head to the bank and deposit a note that says ';IOU, Ill deposit the money in the morning.'; I take out what the ATM will allow ($200) and head to the San Remo, which is no longer there.

Im playing and winning and having a great time, but it is getting late...err early probably 600am, so I decide that I am done. I throw all of my chips out in front of me for one last hand, I didnt count so I wasnt sure how much I had pushed out there. I was dealt a Black Jack.

That Stack of chips that I had pushed out there was $550 (before I was paid).

The best part of the story is that I get a call that morning from the manager of my bank. She says I need you to come down to the bank, we need to talk. Im pretty sure this had something to do with the IOU note, I had left in the ATM the night before. Luckily I had won about $1500. So I grabed my winnings and head to the bank ready to re-pay my ';loan';. She sits me down and gives me a lecture (luckily this was the branch right at the college so she I think had some sympathy for me) and tells me that if I do it again, she will revoke my ATM privilege at that bank.

Unfortunately, my story has nothing to do with winning like the rest of you guys...apparently I suck at gambling! *LOL*

Anyway, was downtown the end of last year, sitting and playing one of the penny machines (can%26#39;t even remember which casino), minding my own business. This woman comes up to me with this pair of jeans in her hands and is trying to sell them to me! Barely speaks English, but was really pushy about it. Took me a while to get rid of her, but it did make me shake my head that there are people out there willing to sell whatever they have in order to take a chance on a machine.

ripgirl: Best story lately involves getting the treasure chest and two mermaids on Mystical Mermaids. The free spins started and $80 later I cashed out after about 40 free spins. Ok; what%26#39;s the big deal? I was only playing 20 cents!!! But wait....I then went to a quick-hit penny machine and got $211 on eight quick-hits.(wasn%26#39;t playing maximium :-( )I looked at my cash out voucher of $289 and came home and booked a round trip to Las Vegas for $280. When we called to reserve the room at the Aladdin, they comped the room for the entire stay!! Wishing April 16 would get here before my luck cools lol. Good luck to everybody

I took my mom on a trip to Harrah%26#39;s in Reno after my dad died in 2001. Mom plays $1, I play pennies. Checked on her after the first 30 minutes and found out security had been called because she and another patron tied into a bit when the other lady told my mom that the machine she was playing on was hers. No card, no bucket, no sweater on the chair..... Had to call security to keep them from further getting into it.

Got back to the room and Harrah%26#39;s had sent her a huge gift basket with a $100 tab to their 5 star steak house. We spent every bit of it... and more! They even sent us to the airport in their limo. She was a platinum card holder, by the way. I%26#39;m a lowly gold. : (

Mrs. G