I used to torture the guys on my crew with old and trite stick calls.
I have been waiting around to get an insider. Someone -- I figured there must be somebody else who lived this life.
I moved to Vegas in 87 to work as a masseur at Bally's. I broke in on dice in 1988 at a joint called Little Caesars, just south of Bally's. I've got a metro print out at home here. Most of the joints I worked are gone; long gone.
I was watching a movie, Casino, last night. The mythical Tangiers is the Landmark, imploded in the early 90's. I dealt there briefly. The interior shots of the "Tangiers" appear to be from the Union Plaza, particularly the sports book. The Plaza was my first middle-level house.
When I write the Vegas stories concerning casino action, I have to weigh frustrating my readers vs. breaking up the pace of my narrative. My plan, when I pull this together for a book, is to provide a glossary of dice lingo and a description of the game and the rules, and perhaps a picture of a layout. Not that it will help much.
A lady I talk to on this site (pof) asked me what does, "The dealers have shoes" mean? She saw some bullshit movie about old Vegas and dice. I had to think it over; it's been so long.
I told her that it meant that the dealers were on the line, that they had a bet. Someone bet for them; but no. I had to reach back into the recesses of my memory. I was remembering a stick man saying that.
It means that the dealers have odds on their flat bet. A flat bet equals even money. If there is anything you want to be explained, I will accommodate you. Maybe the lingo is peculiar to the subculture of Vegas casino life.
Reno speaks the same language. The dice layout is a safety layout. Re: on the don't side everything moves behind. It is called a Reno layout. You see a lot of inside stick there. Dice ain't big in Reno.
One time I started the process of getting licensed in Washington State to work for a reservation casino. I was almost through the process, the arduous licensing process, and I had a job lined up when I got cold feet and pulled out. I got my money back.
I went to a cattle call at the main public library for a hiring fair, for the Edgewater Casino in Vancouver. I brought my Metro printout and put on an approximation of a Penguin suit; black and white.
Most of these people had zero experience. They had a little pep talk, and they conducted a simple math test. During the question period, I asked, "How do you cut tokes?" The lady said, "Oh, I see we have someone here who has worked in a casino before."
No. They didn't hire me. They couldn't show me the door fast enough. They wouldn’t even hire me for surveillance. But I knew that. I wouldn't hire me either. They flat out told me, "You have too much experience."
The Edgewater went tits up within less than a year. For one thing, they had no liqueur license. It was not a big surprise. I think a consortium of U.S. casino people, and the lady, Elsinore, who owns the Four Queens; I think they won the bid on running that joint. Way back in the middle 90's when Steve Wynn was asking to come up here and build a convention center: No, no, no! No Yankees! I was still in Vegas at this time.
They should have let him build it. Wynn knows how to make a profit. You can't make taxes off losing casinos. Live and learn. But they won't learn.
I'm pleased to make your acquaintance. You know the life. You have a clue. Read the whole deal, if you can stand it. I lived it. It's real. I paid the dues; tough, tough dues.