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Originally Posted by HelenaIriepalomino
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Great restaurant! I have a terrible Vegas story that I can only share because of anonymity.
When I go to Vegas, I call ahead - you get free drinks in Casinos, but I'm particular about what I drink, and I typically want to gamble in the high stakes room with modified rules. IE, I won't play American Roulette, I want "En Prison" in effect, and I want at least three zeros separating the table min and max.
Anyway - so my last trip to Vegas, I'm $30k up at Caesar's Palace, exquisitely drunk on my favorite booze. No one else has come into the room except the server, so it's a pit-boss, rotating dealer, myself, and the room bartender. I suggest that I'd like to share some evening entertainment with someone (and Vegas has advertisements for escorts/companions everywhere). 30 minutes later, a tiny little strawberry blonde vixen wanders in and joins me at the table. I game for a bit more, but it's been 5-6 hours without a break, and I wanted to break for dinner.
We go to dinner, she's a reasonable conversationalist. She keeps checking her phone - I'd never done, or ever tried doing anything like this before, so I'm presuming that she's checking in with her agency to assure that she's safe. Her companionship is $3,000 an hour, $10,000 for an overnight stay. I'm thinking, "Eh - I'm $30k up." Keep in mind that I knew nothing about this hobby, rates, or anything else.
I give her $10k, and we retire to my room to have a drink. She smells like cigarettes, which was a complete bummer, doesn't want any TOUCHING of either party on the other party in ANY fashion that isn't covered by something (no kissing), and the complete impersonal and cold nature of the entire thing was so...strange...that I ended up telling her to go. I probably should have asked for a partial refund since nothing was happening (I do mean nothing), but I was too embarrassed.
Morale of the story: Good food, terrible memory.
