About half way thru my shift I am walking toward to restroom on the casino level, I am preparing to go around a small crowd of mostly females in their 20's. Instead of getting around them I see them all turn around toward me saying "There's one." Seemingly they were looking for an employee. Okay, I really have to pee and this makes it worse!
The one girl says to me "Excuse me, Where's O'sheas?" with the look as tho she had been staring at some elaborate treasure map leading her unto greatness unseen.
I refrain my self from bursting into laughter and reply "You're there!" X marks the spot, start digging, I think to myself.
"This is it? Where do we get 'dollar drafts'"
I pointed to the back bar. Its all about beer? I thought more to myself.
"This is O'sheas?!" another one replied quizically. It was like they had no idea what they were looking for, that they were standing on that X.
I wanted to say more but I left them to wander to bar.
Yes this is it, the small Irish pub themed casino between Margaritaville and IP. A Big deal made of a small thing. Imagine that, if you can, because here you are, and you are there!
Friday, November 17, 2006
Friday, November 10, 2006
2-Way Hard Way and Bullseyes
I'm not even half of an hour into the shift last night, when a few people start gathering to play.
A man, David settles in on the hook and shortly after a 30-something redhead, Debbie settles in down the middle, next to him.
David bets hard ways and occassionaly 2-way on them.
Debbie followed suit one round on the 2-way hard 8, 1 dollar each. And shortly after a hard 8 rolls.
I pay David then Debbie, Handing Debbie her $9. She asked why I only paid her 9 if she had bet it 2 way. I took a breathe and asked her if she knew what a hard eight was, and her reply was "2 dollars" but i Stopped and said "how can I explain this [with out soundign greedy]... 2-way means 1 for you, and 1 for me, so we both win!" I didn't get the expected reply. I expected "Oh I meant 2-dollar hard eight" But rather she said "Oh I'm a good tipper! You just got $9 too!!!" as she celebrated being generous on accindent I nodded and thanked her. So all night she kept up the 2 ways ended up many times throwing out 8 bucks to cover all of them. And she always made sure when she hit that we got ours!
Well in the mean time, the dice are shooting from the other end. Lots of times the dice going off the table mostly Nearly into Debbie's Cleavage! So when She shot we started calling her Bulls Eye Debbie and it was a hoot. But the Dice didn't always go off towards her chest. A few times they came at me, past me, into me, etc as usual. Well I felt one grace past my waist between my left side and left arm. The box man and players nearest me looked all over for that die, to no avail! Then I demonstrated the path with my right hand to show the boxman which direction it would have gone, when I felt it. I did sort of grace past my waist, but between two buttons thru an opening, INTO my short. So I had to fish it out right there in front of god and everyone, then hand it over to the boxman. The gang sure got a laugh out of that one! So I guess I was a bit of a TARGET too!
A man, David settles in on the hook and shortly after a 30-something redhead, Debbie settles in down the middle, next to him.
David bets hard ways and occassionaly 2-way on them.
Debbie followed suit one round on the 2-way hard 8, 1 dollar each. And shortly after a hard 8 rolls.
I pay David then Debbie, Handing Debbie her $9. She asked why I only paid her 9 if she had bet it 2 way. I took a breathe and asked her if she knew what a hard eight was, and her reply was "2 dollars" but i Stopped and said "how can I explain this [with out soundign greedy]... 2-way means 1 for you, and 1 for me, so we both win!" I didn't get the expected reply. I expected "Oh I meant 2-dollar hard eight" But rather she said "Oh I'm a good tipper! You just got $9 too!!!" as she celebrated being generous on accindent I nodded and thanked her. So all night she kept up the 2 ways ended up many times throwing out 8 bucks to cover all of them. And she always made sure when she hit that we got ours!
Well in the mean time, the dice are shooting from the other end. Lots of times the dice going off the table mostly Nearly into Debbie's Cleavage! So when She shot we started calling her Bulls Eye Debbie and it was a hoot. But the Dice didn't always go off towards her chest. A few times they came at me, past me, into me, etc as usual. Well I felt one grace past my waist between my left side and left arm. The box man and players nearest me looked all over for that die, to no avail! Then I demonstrated the path with my right hand to show the boxman which direction it would have gone, when I felt it. I did sort of grace past my waist, but between two buttons thru an opening, INTO my short. So I had to fish it out right there in front of god and everyone, then hand it over to the boxman. The gang sure got a laugh out of that one! So I guess I was a bit of a TARGET too!
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Black Boots...
Saturday night after work, technically sunday morning around 5 am, I stop to get gas on my way home. I fill up no problem. I decided to go in the store and get a couple doughnuts and a frappuccino for breakfast. I'm at the cashier digging thru my wallet to pay, looking down into my wallet, I see from the corner of my eye black shiney high heeled, knee high, go-go boots, I dismiss the image as I put my wallet away. When I hear from the voice of a middle-aged male with laryngitis-like rasp "$45 on 3 please, for the white Yukon over there." This was clearly not coming from the cashier, and the awkwark clacking of walking in heels goes out the door. I look over out the door to see the site. A 6'-plus big boned curveless body from top to bottom, the booths the shiney white panty hose, black mini skirt and fitted top, followed by a red skraggly wig. Then I looked back toward the cashier, I am sure my eyes were bulging jaw dropped, as he says to me "Women seem to be getting bigger and bigger".
I never did see m'lady's face, but I think I saw enough!
I never did see m'lady's face, but I think I saw enough!
Vince Neil Ink
So Friday was a big deal, well it was suposed to be a big deal. The tatoo parlor had its's grand opening super party at O'Sheas. Dealers were given cool T-shirts and allowed to wear jeans with the shirts all weekend fri-sun. This was the highlight of Friday- wearing comfy clothes! Rumor has it that the lead singer for Motley Crue came in to his tatoo parlor in hte afternoon got his inaugural ink done then went to his tour bus to get drunk and never came back in. I was bored and dissapointed all evening. I even went home 2 hours early.
But near the end of the night, I had a few interesting moments. Mere moments. This guy next to stick and in my #1 spot on base was flirting with me and verbally noting me "cute" to anyone who would listen. When ever I was on stick he would lean into my ear to tell me something, usually as lame as a thank you for helping him with his bets and what have you. But the last time, was more than words. This weirdo went for my neck with a smooch. Creepy! But in my whoring for tips I let it slide, usually soemthing like this goes down I get boxman to get 'em off me.
Then not too long after that I was tapped out to move to my base, a safe distance from smoocher over there. There was 3 cowboys around my 8-spot (which is right next to base), 1 playing 2 behind him watching. We are still busy and crowded, and I need to get past these guys to get to base. I tap on the back of the 1st 2 "excuse me" as I squeeze behind them. Now I am behind the one playing, he is also my shooter at the moment, and the dice are in his hands already, so I wait until he throws, then tap on his back with "excuse me" as normal. I get past him and he takes one look at me "darlin' all ya had to do was pinch my ass to get me to move!" I about died, and he continued to flirt/hit on me as well. What a hoot!
But near the end of the night, I had a few interesting moments. Mere moments. This guy next to stick and in my #1 spot on base was flirting with me and verbally noting me "cute" to anyone who would listen. When ever I was on stick he would lean into my ear to tell me something, usually as lame as a thank you for helping him with his bets and what have you. But the last time, was more than words. This weirdo went for my neck with a smooch. Creepy! But in my whoring for tips I let it slide, usually soemthing like this goes down I get boxman to get 'em off me.
Then not too long after that I was tapped out to move to my base, a safe distance from smoocher over there. There was 3 cowboys around my 8-spot (which is right next to base), 1 playing 2 behind him watching. We are still busy and crowded, and I need to get past these guys to get to base. I tap on the back of the 1st 2 "excuse me" as I squeeze behind them. Now I am behind the one playing, he is also my shooter at the moment, and the dice are in his hands already, so I wait until he throws, then tap on his back with "excuse me" as normal. I get past him and he takes one look at me "darlin' all ya had to do was pinch my ass to get me to move!" I about died, and he continued to flirt/hit on me as well. What a hoot!
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