Saturday late evening rolls around and I decide I want to gamble with my friends a little more so I take out another $500 (I still had ~$125 in cash in my pocket), lose the $500 (now down about $4700), quit for a about half an hour and decide "F* it, last $100 and I will keep the $25 for the cab to the airport". Had my last chip on the table 3 separate times, 12-14 hours later I had won back all $4700 plus another $3000, ended up giving back about $1000 before quitting and left Vegas up $2000.
Wow. Amazing story...I've had some crazy Vegas comebacks before as well. One time my buddies and I pulled into town on a Friday, and I just couldn't win no matter what the hell I did. I only brought a grand or so with me (was still in college, and that's a hell of a lot of money to a college student). By midnight on Friday, I was literally down to my last $40 for the trip. I wasn't betting stupid or anything...I only won maybe 8 out of the first 100 hands I played. Just an awful night. I was sitting in the hotel room while my friends all went out partying...I'd blown through all my food/party money as well because I thought this losing streak couldn't last. I finally decided to just go lose the cash I had left so I wouldn't have to worry about gambling anymore...I'd just charge whatever I'd buy to a credit card, and I sure as hell wasn't going to take out more cash on those and pay their ridiculous ATM fees.
I remember this like it was yesterday. I went to a $10 BJ table, sitting third base down to my last $20...had $10 on a hand, was dealt 6-4 while the chubby old lady dealer was showing a 5. I doubled down and got a freaking 6...and I saw the dealer flip over another 5 to go with her original 5. As I literally stand up to start walking away from the table and plot burning the casino to the ground, she deals herself a 4, and then a 9...bust!!
That kickstarted my comeback, and I finished that session up $300 or so. I was getting along with a few (rather attractive) girls who were playing at my table, and we all decided to go to the Hard Rock. I kicked even more ass there, and eventually finished the trip up $800 after gambling through the night until sometime the next afternoon...just a ridiculous stretch I had, and it eventually afforded me the opportunity to play at the same craps table as John McCain the next night (yes, that John McCain). I still keep in touch with those girls to this day, and none of it would have happened had it not been for the improbable bust by the dealer...sometimes I wonder how my weekend would have turned out had that one single hand lost...
