Me & bunch of guys I grew up with hit the casino last night. Lots of heavy drinking ensued which equated to loss of funds. We were all around the craps table abot 2 AM. Some suits came up and tapped us on the shoulder and asked if they could speak to us. I appointed myself the group's spokesperson. I asked them "Are we under arrest?" Old wrinkled lady replied, "No." So I then said, "Good, becasue I have to pee - this talk can wait." I went to the pisser and then returned to the table. The older man started speaking. He was the floor boss and the old winkled lady was the 'Beverage Supervisor.' She started spouting off about some state laws related to being intoxicated on the floor of a casino...yadda-yadda. I asked her, "Who has been serving us these drinks?" She did not answer. So I asked about 10 more times within the next 45 seconds -- still no answer. I then informed them thay our intoxication was their fault for over-serving us. A little bit of yelling and name-calling occurred. We were informed that we would not be served any more which, of course, was the best thing for us in retrospect. But at the time - it was pure horse shit to us. They wiped all of our comp points, asked us to leave. So we went and ate and crashed.
Heavy head today. I'll be holding down the couch pretty much all day.
