My take on Vegas and Atlantic City

This is my inaugural post and it’s about something that has been burning me since Harold’s birthday. Feel free to comment, and I am pretty sure there are many egregious English mistakes littered throughout so I pre-apologize.

Having returned from my recent trips to both Vegas and Atlantic City, I must say that I am slightly upset with the direction Las Vegas is heading. I don’t mean the large urban sprawl or the fact that they may run out of water in the next few years. I am talking about the half naked bimbo card dealers that are taking over the place. I know some of you would be surprised that Paddington Bear doesn’t want a half naked woman dealing him blackjack. I will get to my reasons soon enough. First let’s look at how this phenomenon is taking over. The first appearance and the only reason me and my group of buddies went to Hard Rock Casino was to check out these supposed barely clad dealers. Sure enough, when the sun went down, the bikini dealers took over the tables. Not only were they dealing the table games they also had pole dancers mere feet away. Now I won’t lie, I did enjoy this for a while and it was even better when we moved on to the PH (Planet Hollywood) which has what they call the “Pleasure Pit” where the poll dancers are even closer and the dealer wore even less. But I soon found this trend was taking over, Caesar’s Palace has the Pussycat Dolls dealer area and Luxor was installing a Cathouse dealer area. I am sure there’s more to come. So why don’t I like this trend? Because these great looking dealers don’t know how to be dealers, a good dealer will talk to the table and play up the cards. Not a single one of the “hot” dealer really interacted with the table. I split aces once and she just flipped the cards over, a good dealer knows how to build the anticipation and deal the card face down and come back to me last after I have sweated out a gallon of water wondering what cards are going to come up. Some of my favorite times at casinos have been with good talkative and entertaining dealers, mostly older women and chipper men.

So this leads to Atlantic City which doesn’t really hold a candle to Vegas, yet I didn’t see a trace of the half naked dealers while there. But I did manage to have a great time with normal dealers who knew how to play up the game. I forget her name but I played with an old feisty dealer in her sixties and she knew how to be a great dealer! I enjoyed Atlantic City and I think they are going in the right direction if they add some more updated casinos like the Borgata and say clear of the bimbo dealers. As hard as it might be to believe, if I came to gamble, I want to gamble, if I came to stare at boobs I wouldn’t want blackjack to get in the way of my boob viewing!