The second time I lived here in Vegas, I decided that I wanted to deal poker. I was on a roadtrip. I quit my old job and jumped in my car and was traveling around the country in my 1985 BMW 533i. I started in Huntsville, Alabama and headed North. I got the Chicago and turned West! Somewhere in Montana, I stumbled upon a gambling town and stayed the night.
I was wandering around the casino and they had a poker room. I was immediately transfixed by the action. I don't remember the limits, but it was probably 2-4. How cool! Just like in the old west movies. I had played some online. Paradise Poker, if you remember them. I had had some initial success, then a losing streak. I quit and hadn't really played any for a couple years.
But this was different. This was for real. My mind saw it like comparing Micro$oft's Flight Simulator to getting in the cockpit of a fighter jet. You could fly them all day long on the 'puter. But fly a real one? Not me. I was excited and intimidated. I didn't sit down at that game, but a seed had been planted.
After roaming thru the national forests of the American west, my road brought me to Vegas. I toured the strip, but was unimpressed. That was not the Vegas that was in the movies. Downtown. Now THAT was my Vegas. I booked a room at the Plaza, and when I got in the elevator to ascend to my floor, I could FEEL the spirits of the rat pack in there with me. Now, yah, this is Vegas.
I settled in and made my way down to the casino floor. I found the poker room and just watched for a couple hours. I finally got the guts to ask the floorman about the rules and the etiquette. I aked about the buy-in, and he says' "It's only $30. Give it a shot." So I did. I bought in to the 7-stud game and I was shaking like a leaf. I don't remember much about the game, just that it was wonderful. Mano a mano. Warfare at the table. How cool was this?
It was about 2 years until I got back to Vegas, and this time it was a move-in, not a vacation. I got an apartment over on Trop and Jones, and booked myself into Nick Gullo's dealer school. I seem to remember that the tuition at the time was about $500. (Now its $800.
Took me about 4 weeks to get comfortable at the table and I started doing auditions. My first was at the El Cortez. I tapped into their $1-$2 limit HE game, and again I was shaking like a leaf. I wound up dealing seat 4 a straight flush to the 6 and he tipped me $2. Wow, I was a professional dealer! I got no position there, but I broke my dealing cherry. I wound up getting on the extra board at the Poker Palace in NLV. 2 tables, on limit HE and the other 7 stud. 2 dealers on duty and the floorman. The floor tapped us out for table changes and breaks.
I did that for a few weeks, then wound up at the Orleans. Great learning experience. They run 2 daily tournaments, and dealing those was gold to a new dealer. A couple months there, and I moved over the Circus Circus. The 'Show'. As some know it. I dealt there for about 8 months, and my second week there I dealt a bad beat at the 7 stud table.
All said and done, I made between $70 and $200 a nite in tips there. Not bad. Life has a way of changing on you and I left Vegas at the end of my Circus stint. I came back 5 years later and now NL is the thing.
In the interim, I have gotten married and my wife wants to deal in the pit. So we put her into Nick's school, and she spent the last 5 weeks learning blackjack. She passed her final audition with Nick, and can now start her auditioning. Of course, we happen to hit it just when there is the big downturn in tourism, so we don't know how this will go. Her advantages are that she is a young, asian, attractive gal. So she has that over all the guys looking to break in. Her disadvantage is that she is not as confident in her English as she should be.
We are going to start talking to pit bosses next week, and see if we can get her a shot. Then we'll see what happens from there. One great thing about Vegas, it is never boring! More later...