walked into the Kasino and didn't need a coat, it was +30, when I walked out at 4am it was -29!

The games made me :-)

I played alot of .30 6d and of course dd, but more 6d this time.

Lost only one short session on dd and that was a douzsy!

All other sessions of the weekend went very well and I and the other players partied like crazy.

Being a generous tipper I decided not to tip on this excursion and I found this did add to my win considerably. Of course I am normally a big tipper. I did buy a large pizza for the dealers on the late shift.

The big waters are completely frozen over and the snow machines are to be found everywhere, exploring various islands. My hotel overlooked this vast expanse of ice and it looked something like a movie set from Ice Station Zebra.

I played BJ with many snow machine mavens and they were fun but lousy players and I did help them as much as I could. Sometimes though they just would not listen. I think it had something to do with the degree of drunkeness.

I would tell a player how to play and would always say, "at least that is what the book say's".
The dealer then said to me "that book was written by a loser who lost at BJ so he had to write a book for suckers like YOU to read!

Well now, I let all know in a very fun way what I thought of his statement and I could tell that he then realized what a stupid thing he just said. For the rest of his shift he was very flattering to me and would comment about the always growing stacks of chips in front of me and that all should listen to my advice as I am a veteran and know more than even he does. That was worth a few bucks in tips, the few I gave.

And that sweet snow machine lady, glasses, blond, not bleached, well done finger nails, classy lady, asked to play at the table and I said a "pretty lady is always welcome". She was very quiet at first but my constant rapping in a machine gun fashion got the table rockin and in short order she was loosening up and I would rub her back with each Bj she got and I would call out her cards and was right on many occasions. She began to rub the felt in a circular motion casting a magic spell, in a sensous way, to conjure up the card she needed, and of course with all the positive vibes she was getting it and I soon found her hand resting on and rubbing my thigh with great frequency, allll RIGHT! This was great, damn! UMMMMM! But then I spotted the deep dd now had only one player. and being the BJ machine, my mind SNAPPED back to advantage play and I made a quick exit across the pit to the dd and had a great run there. The decks staying positive time after time and winning just as I should have.

But, how nice it would be to see that sweet blonde snow lady again.

Maybe this weekend?