Las Vegas is a strange place that has been well documented for its
strangeness. I have an adorable friend who really socks in the money
as a sales executive with a competitor of UPS. She has never missed a
Masters Tournament in Augusta Georgia for as long as I've known her.
Once, she showed me a courtesy booklet from Hawaii where she was
listed as the companion of a marketing VP for Stroh's Brewery, the
courtesy booklet being a souvenir from a marketing wine, dine, spa and
surf week for all of Stroh's top distributors. She flies out to Vegas
on a regular basis to play Blackjack, she has her own Blackjack
dealer, and after the cards have fallen, they hang. One day, I was flying out to Vegas and I happened to be sitting next
to a woman reading a Harold Robbins novel. She was flying out to Vegas
after collecting a huge severance payment; she had served as president
of PPOM of Michigan, owned by Blue Cross Blue Shield of Michigan, the
largest panel of physicians in Michigan. She had a standing
arrangement with the Flamingo for rooms at 20 dollars a night, and she
knew how to knuckle down and play a disciplined game of Blackjack. She
related a story where three Mexican men were gambling at the table for
hours and they permitted her to stay. There's lots of ways to chase a
person off a table. A ton of cash flowed across the table, and since
she knew how to play a mathematically correct game, everyone left a
winner. Before the three men left, the leader gave her a black chip,
100 dollars, slapped her on the back, congratulating her "You play
blackjack like a man!" She speculated that these men were legitimizing
drug proceeds by flowing the money over the table. When the plane
landed, she gave me the Harold Robbins novel and wished me luck. I remember a fellow at the Venetian, and he was playing craps. For
some strange reason, he was playing purple and black chips, thousand
of dollars, on the hard ways, ordinarily a sucker bet, and he was
minting money. I was just playing my penny ante five dollar bets on
the pass line and rapidly lost three, four bets in a row. I suspect
they wanted to get him off the table, because this rather good looking
woman started talking with him quite intently, and the house would
never let a person interrupt a whale, big spender, on purpose. I've
been wanting to fly out there for a while. The man who owns the Wynn
Casino and Encore Casino is one of the world's greatest art
collectors. He once poked his elbow through a Picasso worth around 300
million dollars. Because of his largess, Las Vegas has opened an
amazing art museum and several world - class galleries, so I want to
check that out.
strangeness. I have an adorable friend who really socks in the money
as a sales executive with a competitor of UPS. She has never missed a
Masters Tournament in Augusta Georgia for as long as I've known her.
Once, she showed me a courtesy booklet from Hawaii where she was
listed as the companion of a marketing VP for Stroh's Brewery, the
courtesy booklet being a souvenir from a marketing wine, dine, spa and
surf week for all of Stroh's top distributors. She flies out to Vegas
on a regular basis to play Blackjack, she has her own Blackjack
dealer, and after the cards have fallen, they hang. One day, I was flying out to Vegas and I happened to be sitting next
to a woman reading a Harold Robbins novel. She was flying out to Vegas
after collecting a huge severance payment; she had served as president
of PPOM of Michigan, owned by Blue Cross Blue Shield of Michigan, the
largest panel of physicians in Michigan. She had a standing
arrangement with the Flamingo for rooms at 20 dollars a night, and she
knew how to knuckle down and play a disciplined game of Blackjack. She
related a story where three Mexican men were gambling at the table for
hours and they permitted her to stay. There's lots of ways to chase a
person off a table. A ton of cash flowed across the table, and since
she knew how to play a mathematically correct game, everyone left a
winner. Before the three men left, the leader gave her a black chip,
100 dollars, slapped her on the back, congratulating her "You play
blackjack like a man!" She speculated that these men were legitimizing
drug proceeds by flowing the money over the table. When the plane
landed, she gave me the Harold Robbins novel and wished me luck. I remember a fellow at the Venetian, and he was playing craps. For
some strange reason, he was playing purple and black chips, thousand
of dollars, on the hard ways, ordinarily a sucker bet, and he was
minting money. I was just playing my penny ante five dollar bets on
the pass line and rapidly lost three, four bets in a row. I suspect
they wanted to get him off the table, because this rather good looking
woman started talking with him quite intently, and the house would
never let a person interrupt a whale, big spender, on purpose. I've
been wanting to fly out there for a while. The man who owns the Wynn
Casino and Encore Casino is one of the world's greatest art
collectors. He once poked his elbow through a Picasso worth around 300
million dollars. Because of his largess, Las Vegas has opened an
amazing art museum and several world - class galleries, so I want to
check that out.
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