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I agree with your assessment across the board Cardman! For my part, I can add that their is always an almost
crackling air of excitement surrounding a trip to the casino that I don't quite get online.

On the other side of the coin, it is awful nice to be able to gamble in my jammies!

When I travel, I set a loss limit of $200 per day. In fact, the moment that I walk into the casino I consider that $200 as lost and if I end the day having lost $75 I feel like I have won $125.

While I have never lost even a penny more than my budgeted amount, I do allow it to be cumulative. If I am going to spend 7 days in Vegas, I allow myself to lose $1400. If I lose that $75 the first day, I start the second day with a $325 budget. If I win $100 that first day, I have $500 I can lose on the second day.

Losing $1400 in a week (and I have never actually lost that much) may sound like a lot of money, but in reality it is not. I have enough of a record at some Vegas hotels that I can get my room comped for the entire stay. (Remember, a casino does not care how much you win or lose -- it judges you on how much you bet and at what games.)

If I were to spend a week in New York City instead of Vegas, I would wind up spending a lot more than $200 per night just for the room and not get one anywhere as nice as what I get for free in Vegas.

Being mostly a slots player with a dash of roulette thrown in for flavor, I enjoy slots online and at land based casinos.
The choice I prefer will always be slots at a land based casino and here's why :)

When I was 12 my Grandma and Grandpa took me to Vegas with them so that I could sit in with my Great Uncle's band at the Union Plaza Hotel.
They'd always gone on trips to Las Vegas since I could remember, but this time I got to go, and I was psyched. I'm pretty sure I was more excited about the casino than the gig.

To get to the showroom you had to walk through the casino. I was absolutely fascinated by the slots. The spinning reels, the cool designs, the crazy lights, the loud bells and whistles, all of it. The energy, the buzz, it was almost overwhelming, but I was caught up in it, hook line and sinker.

After the first show Grandma and Grandpa went to dinner with friends and I was to go back to the room and order room service.
Of course I asked for a few bucks mentioning something about hitting the gift shop on my way to the room, which of course they gave me.
I had no intention of going anywhere near the gift shop and instead went right to the cashier to trade my cash for coins, once they were out of sight.

I hit the first quarter slot I could find, and was about 10 pulls in when a voice from behind me directed my attention away from the spinning reels.
"Come on kid, you know this ain't gonna happen for you. I'm gonna walk away and when I turn around seeing you is not gonna happen for me."
I spun around so fast but all I saw was a dark haired man in a grey suit walking away. Needless to say I beat feet back to the hotel room.

After the second show I again was going to head right to my room, so my Grandparents thought but I again had another plan in mind. Back in those days a man would sit up on a high chair and watch over the slot area, so my plan was to avoid this man in the high chair at all costs and find a slot hidden way off somewhere where they'd never see me. To get over to that area though I had to pass the man in the chair! I made no eye contact, pretending that he simply was not there. As I passed him a voice says "Really kid? You gotta be kiddin' me. I know I'm not seeing you again, I just know it." Foiled again! Completely defeated I returned to the hotel room and begrudgingly order a hamburger plotting my course for the next day which was the last show and our last day in Vegas.

The 3rd and final night after the show we all headed back to the hotel and Grandma and Grandpa stayed until they thought I was asleep then went out to do a little gambling of their own. After waiting long enough to make sure they'd be in the down at casino I was up and out, on a mission to play the 25 cent slots. I get off the elevator, successfully avoid the man in the spectator chair and make may way through a maze of slots being sure to not run into my Grandma or the "Man in Grey" - I found the PERFECT one, it had diamonds as the jackpot symbols, I though well this must be it, what girl does not love diamonds? No sooner had I sat down, not even long enough to fetch the coins out of my jeans pocket, I heard a voice from behind me. "Kid, you got a lotta nerve, I like that, you got 5 minutes. You and me? We never had this conversation." By the time I turned around again all I saw was the dark haired man in the grey suit walking away.

I won $50 and ever since then gambling on the slots at the casino reminds me of my Grandparents and my 1st adventure in gambling :D

Cheers,
Sky

I have to agree with kattboots and Pevangel. I would much rather play from the comfort of my home in my comfy clothes. If I were a drinker I would rather be at home as well rather than be stuck losing my money at a landbase lol. I actually went to a land based casino last July and had a miserable time and didn't win a nickle.