Me and my big mouth. In the previous post, I stated that the room was quiet. That statement got blown all to hell when I walked into the room last night.

I started my night on Table 29, a $1-$5 7 Card Stud, moved to Table 30, $8-$16 Holdem and then…after a break…straight up to high limit on Table 1.

When I tapped Lisa out, the game had just broke. Not to worry, a $400-$800 Mixed game that was in progress on another table was moved to Table 1. Just a slight amount of confusion while the game plaques were sorted, players took their seats, and then the game was on.

Of course the subject of the Shuffle Master and dealers came up again. A guy named Will, that owns a card club in N. California, was in the 8s and he wanted to know what the ‘boys’ thought of the shuffler because he’s considering putting them in his tables. He also referenced the fact that he did not have any dealer in his establishment that wasn’t top of the line, not like the dealers he’d seen here…’these tournament dealers or whatever they are, couldn’t work for me…from what I’ve seen none of them are any good’.

Poor li’l ol’ me. I never said a word, just kept dealing. He then looked at me and said, “Not this one, of course.”

I thanked him but I’m not sure for what. It’s always as if you’re a chair or a planter while they cuss and discuss you because you have no opinion and are not considered to be part of the human race when you’re a dealer…ok…not by all players.

Will and David G. ended up heads up in a Triple Draw game and Will bet $800 and David threw out a flag and said, “$800 on the piece.”

Will, “What?”

David, “I was just telling her $800 on the piece.”

No kidding! There was only $800 in the pot so how could I possibly make change for a $5,000 chip? And also if David didn’t tell me what to do, how would I possibly know? Amazing as it is, I manage to deal all the games without him there to tell me how to do it.

I escaped the down shortly after that and moved into a $600-$1200 Mixed game. The limit had just changed…up…and I didn’t have a game plaque for the limit but the Supervisor had been notified.

They were gambling in this game and one of the reasons was David B. He’s French and has a nice throaty accent when he speaks. The game was quiet and nobody was talking…food had been ordered and a few players already had theirs. Jennifer was playing next to David and dining at the same time.

Out of nowhere, David pipes up with, “I received a compliment today…I think it was a compliment anyway…a guy told me I was the best Mother Fucker he knew.”

I roared. Jennifer laughed.

He asked the table, “Do you think it’s a compliment?”

Some hemming and hawing went on and one player said, “Maybe, sort of backhanded.”

David was grinning…he knew what was going on.

$80-$160 Holdem, $10-$20 Omaha 8 or Better with a Half Kill, back to back $15-$30 Holdem games…off to $75-$150 7-Card Stud. This is an unusual limit for Bellagio in the last few years. It used to be the biggest game that was spread on a daily basis at the Mirage some years ago. Funny how everything just keeps going up, isn’t it?

This game was interesting because there was some additional bet going on with a few of the players. The 3s only had to ante $10, Eric D. in the 6s anted $20 and made up the other $5 for the 3s each hand. Tom was in the 1s and he got cut in on the deal while I was in the box. Tom paid the 3s $5 each hand I dealt…something to do with starting rolled up but I don’t know the particulars of the deal. I do know that Tom offered me two green chips ($25 chips) for each hand he started rolled up…the 3s said he would top that offer. Damn it! It just didn’t happen. Never threaten me with money because I just can’t perform the simplest task when it means extra cash in my pocket.

Then I got to deal that wonderful little piece of harmony and heaven, $80-$160 Omaha 8 or Better with a 1/4 Kill. They bark and snort orders long hard and continuously. Even if you knew what you were doing, by the time they get through you’ve lost your train of thought and have to start over.

An Asian player named Candy was in the 5s. She stomped off as I slid into the box and one of the players made a comment about her ‘bad’ attitude. She came right back to be dealt in and behaved as if she owned the table, the players, Bellagio, and all its employees.

She had her hair pulled back, pony tail fashion, with one of the frilly, acrylic hair bands holding it in place. She was wearing a white, form fitting leather jacket and some type of short denim skirt. The guys were teasing her a little about the length of her skirt and a conversation developed as to why she would wear one here in Vegas but not in CA. She definitely has ATTITUDE!

Food arrived and the game went into a semi standstill mode while four of the players figured out what they ordered and the bill.

Danny D. – spunky, high energy smile, devil in his eyes, Asian – walked up behind Candy and asked loudly, “Are you getting married?” as he looked at the back of her head.

It was so off the wall that half the table burst into laughter. Candy was so busy being Candy and getting her food lined out that she missed it.

Danny’s expression was deadpan as he followed with, “Who’s the unlucky guy?”

They were still laughing when I got pushed. So was I.

It was all downhill from there, literally. I was almost through with my shift and out of high limit, three low limits games stood between me and the time clock. Yippee!