A couple weeks ago we went to AC for a blogger happy hour, and also Kat’s first trip. Everything about this trip started off on the wrong foot. Everything was running late. First I had to work the morning, then that dragged out into the middle of the afternoon, then we had to wait for a bus that was going close to Caesar’s, and worst of all - we had a terrible bus driver. This was the first time I’ve ever had a problem with the driver. He was driving really slow the whole way and to add insult to injury, he stopped the bus at one of the tolls so he could use the bathroom. I understand that busdrivers are humans too, but you’re either too sick to drive or you drive for two hours straight. I don’t think I’m asking too much here.

After finally getting to AC, we caught up with Heather at the Borgata. I have to say, the Borgata is gorgeous casino. I still haven’t played there, but I now know why Heather raves about it. There are some negatives though. Unless you eat in the foodcourt, it’s going to be steep to eat there. We’re talking $40 a plate expensive. It is also far from civilization. But so is most everything in AC. The cab ride from Caesar’s was $12. To give you an idea. After passing on the expensive food, Kat, Heather, and I ate at the foodcourt and discussed the finer points of craps, of which there are many. By the time we finished dinner, we easily made the call to go to the Taj and roll some craps before the blogger happy hour.

I really need to emphasize that Heather is the greatest craps roller that ever lived. Not only did she hit multiple points, she hit a ton of numbers along the way. In a single roll, heather paid for my trip to AC by hitting a four with my maxed odds and $10 on the hop (who bets the hop anyway??? THIS GUY, that’s who). Fuck poker, craps is where it’s at.

Somewhere between the craps sessions we caught up with the bloggers at the Showboat. It was good to see everyone again, since I’ve missed a lot of the IHO tournaments with travel and such. Drink service was light at the Taj, so I opted for the double jack and sprite when we got to the bar. Two drinks later I could barely feel my nose and I knew it was time to hit the tables again. We caught up with the blogger crew at a Showboat craps table and proceeded to piss everyone off and lose a little money along the way. Since we weren’t feeling the Showboat, Kat, Heather, Soxlover, and I headed back to the Taj to recreate the magic there. It didn’t work. So after losing for an hour or so, we all went back to Caesar’s to play $10 craps, which is a level I’m more comfortable with than the $15 minimums they were running at the Taj. Soxlover continued his unlucky streak and decided to go back to the Borgata cursing the gods of craps the whole time. The second he walked away from the table it got insanely hot and we once again won a boatload of money. Soxlover is officially off my list of people that can role craps with us.

All night long we had been joking about Y2K+7, which if you aren’t familiar, was daylight savings this year. At the last minute, our trusted news organizations decided to make a big deal out of daylight savings moving up, because a number of computers were going to have to be updated manually. I was already alerted to the fact that it was a big deal because someone from my group actually had to be in the office on Sunday to make sure all of our applications started up properly after losing an hour. I’m glad that person wasn’t me, because I was much happier spending the evening drunk at a craps table proclaiming to everyone that the lights were going to go out and chaos would ensue once the clock struck 2am (or 3am? Eh, fuck who knows). But alas, just like Y2K, Y2K+7 proved to also be a letdown. Luckily for me, I won a lot more during Y2K+7 than I did during Y2K (which was my inagural trip to Vegas). Oh the joys of gambling.