SOGO at the Shore

News-Quick story. Apologies to those who heard it already on Saturday in Avalon. Friday night, Moggs, myself, Dan Hesnay, and Lenny decide to go to AC to check out some new club Mur Mur inside the borgata. I begin my night with a couple Lagers, taking it easy, nothing special. Little did I know what lay instore for the next couple hours. We get to the club around 11ish and are seated with bottle service, which I do not recommend, soon after. Two bottles of Kettle One is our poison of choice. Over the next hour we all take turns sitting at the table to ward off wannabe moochers of our outlandishly priced fifth's of Kettle One. Then suddenly, without warning, I lose consciousness in the form of the ever popular blackout. This was around midnight by my best estimation. What happened over the next six or seven hours is still a puzzle to me. That last thing I remembered was being on the dance floor at Mur Mur with a half and half Cranberry and Vodka. The suddednly, boom, the Black-back-in hits. I'm sitting at $15 blackjack table when I come to. The first thing I do is check my watch...6:30 am. Slowly I glance around, so as not to raise suspicions that I have just come out of a 6+ hour blackout. First thing I notice is I'm not even playing. To my immediate left, there is a 30 something blonde sitting next to me playing three hands, and doing quite well. To my right, another thirty something blondeplayin just one hand. I glance further to my left and notice Lenny playing one-on-one with the dealer at the next table. Thank god. Someone will be able to answer a few questions. Yeah....right. He was just as blacked out. The blonde to my left notices that I am now slightly more awake. Non-chalantly I comment, "So, you're doing well." motioning to her stack of chips. She looks at me grinning and says, "Yeah ever since you got here." Nice, I thought and go on with, "Bout how long ago was that?" She laughs and says, "You were blackedout for a while there huh?" My answer, "Yeah I guess so. So how did I get here." She, still laughing at my dumb@ss says, "I don't know how you got here, but you've been in this seat for about three hours, and I've won 8 or 9 out of every ten hands since. So you're not moving bud." Quickly I reply, "Wow that's impressive. Have I played at all? And if not, where's my cut?" She laughed again, "You said you didn't want to play, you had dropped a ton at the bar or something. I felt bad about two hours ago and gave you $25 bucks, which you then turned into $200, and finally proceeded to lose it all back." The whole time the dealer, Mark, is listening and laughing. "You've been quite the good luck charm for these ladies Mr. Call." Mark and blonde on left start talking and BS'ing. She non-chalantly drops "my husband" several times in the conversation. I decide this is my cue to exit. At this point Lenny comes over and I try to get up to go to bathroom. Blonde grabs my arm and says, "Sit. You're not going anywhere." "Relax." I tell her, "I'm going to the bathroom. Be right back." At this point I slip upstairs and into bed to sleep it off. Lenny tells me the next morning that after about ten minutes, both married women and th edealer begin to ask, "Where's Justin? Where's your boy from Norristown?" Sounds like I went into a whole bunch of detail about my life with complete strangers, blacked out in a casino, on a Saturday morning. Just another typical night in AC.

Rafferty's Corner- It's back folks! As one of the longest tenured members of the shore house, and pretty much the only one we feel we'd get more than one column out of before he got bored with it, we gave him his own column.

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