Man, my street credit just SHOT up...

This is pure sinful pride and narcissism of the first order... but I have to share:

We had a busy Saturday here at the joint.  I was running the high limit room (far less glamorous than it sounds) and all the BJ games were $100 or better, and all were going strong.  Three were reserved for $250k players or better... and we had some big lines in the house because Andrew Dice Clay was doing a show at our house.

So, it's a couple of hours before the show kicks off, and in walks the Diceman himself.  Plain clothes, an eyepatch (go figure) and some really freaky hair.  He has no account with us, so he buys in for $8k and goes to town.  I pay him almost no mind... too busy a room to even look twice at a less-than-$10k buy-in... until he asks if the cage has safe deposit boxes for guests.  I tell him no, but each hotel room has a safe in it that only the guest can access.  He nods, thanks me... then asks me where he knows me from.

I have two shift bosses, two floors, at least one dealer and a cocktail waitress all hear this question, and they ALL turn to me to see what I'm going to say.  I told him we had met about ten years ago in Biloxi, at the Grand Casino when he did a show there... and he asked how I made out after the storm.  We end up talking for a few minutes, and he talked about doing shows down there after the storm.

I guess no one else in the house ever met the Diceman before... but I had.  That was all ANYONE could talk about for the last few hours of my shift.  I think I made out pretty well... once again, Titus is cool beyond words.

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