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| - Stayed in Vegas late January 2009. By far my favorite time was gambling at Bill's. We dropped in Thursday night after the bars and played a bit and fell slightly in love with a cambodian blackjack dealer named Sophal. Very enthusiastic and friendly, won some money.
Saturday night after a lot of bar time we dropped back in around 2am and sat at the blackjack table, didn't leave until about 10am when we had to go to the airport. Made a nice little stack of cash.
Sophal was there for the first hour or so and then she was replaced by another lady, I can't remember her name, but I got a kick out of her. She was a 17-year Vegas veteran and obviously burned out, but she had a very dry sense of humor and I enjoyed trying to make her laugh with my drunken babbling.
My only complaint was our pit boss. I can't remember his name, but we called him Fred Upton because he's a spitting image of our US congressman back in Michigan.
It would have been the cherry on the cake if we could simply have been comped something - ANYTHING. We sat there playing for 8 hours, $25 per hand, constantly, and all we wanted was for him to get us some free breakfast. He said he couldn't. Now that's fine, maybe the numbers just didn't work out to where he was allowed to, but still he was a bit of a cold jerk about it.
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