[swede123]

In an effort to salvage the thread, here's a story about an encounter with a hammered fella, even though i was fairly sober.

So I'm in Vegas this past summer for my brother-in-law's bachelor party weekend. Since the bachelor and his buddies are all in college they went the ghetto route and we stayed at the Fitzgerald downtown.

So we get up one morning, walking down to the gaming floor of the Fitzgerald. Lot of the guys I was with were not very seasoned in casino stuff, so I was acting the tour guide, showing them the different games and so forth.

As we're going around looking at the different table games we observe this guy, probably in his late 40s, drunk off his ass and playing four hands of BJ at a time. He notices us and invites us to sit down, and a few of us do. In the next few minutes he manages to spill his drink twice on the felt and he's promptly escorted out of the casino.

Now fastforward about two hours. The other guys were all going to the strip for sightseeing and such, and I thought I'd take a stab at some downtown poker. I walk to Binions and get in a 4/8 kill game. After a few minutes guess who is returning from the restroom and sitting down next to me? Yup, drunk guy from Fitzgeralds.

So, this guy is completely out of control. He keeps his huge stack of chips, most of which are not from the Horseshoe, his credit cards and everything else in front of him on the table. Each time he acts he just pushes a large quantity of chips in front of him, making the dealer sort out the correct amount for a call or raise or whatever.

Over the next hours or so the guy loses hundreds, and he's continuing to order a shot and a beer every five minutes. On dealer decides to break him of his strategy of pushing a bunch of chips in front of him. The dealer explains to the guy how the betting structure is and informs him that any amount in excess of the bet will be considered a tip and he (the dealer) will pocket it. Next time drunk guy does this the dealer calmly puts the 8 for the raise in the pot, and pockets the 30 or 40 remaining bucks. After the second time the dealer does this drunk guy straightens out a little bit.

Throughout all this everyone pretty much puts up with the guy, since he's donating generously to everyone. He's tipping the dealers green chips liberally so they overlook his behavior as well.

Eventually drunk guy reaches over and grabs my hand after I win a big pot. I laugh at him, shake his hand and tell him to not touch me. A few minutes later the guy once again grabs my hand and this time I pull it away and tell him to not touch me again. Of course he pulls this crap again, and this time I give him a good shove, sending him crashing to the floor. The guy is laying on the floor laughing, which was a nice reaction. I was half expecting to have to defend myself. At this point the floor and security arrives, the dealer explains the situation and drunk guy is escorted out of the facilities, no doubt going for the next casino down Fremont Street.

The rest of the Bachelor weekend reached a high point when the groom, his dad (my father in law), myself and the rest of the gang went to the Glitter Gulch. Let me tell you guys something - nothing helps with the bonding like watching skanky strippers with your father in law. The classic moment would be when one cute little stripper compliments my father in law on his suspenders, to which he responds by looking her up and down before saying "I like your outfit as well."

Swede