during a cross-country trip with a gb, turned out my dad was in vegas with his gb (and super-high roller gambling addict- so much so, they'd even fly my low-stakes dad in to gamble, setting them up in suites bigger than my parents' house and comping meals everywhere and setting them up with front row/best-seats in the house for any show they wanted).
one of my favorite memories with my dad (RIP) was this trip- my dad taught me how to shoot craps (I was 21 or 22) and I knew exactly how fun it was for him to share it with me. he had me just play the pass line ($2 !)... and I remember the very first time I had the dice I just rolled and rolled, super hot. my dad's gb always played the don't pass... I wont something like $20- my dad's gb lost in the thousands. a little conflicted about that, but screw him for playing against his best friend's kid. my dad had a blast with it.
I miss you dad.