I rolled in about 4 this morning from a scene right out of Pulp Fiction. Two of my co-workers and I went to one of the casinos here in downtown Palm Springs to play some blackjack. We sat down at a table with three other people that we proceed to spend the next 7 hours of our life with. On my right I had a guy who could of been Ving Rames brother, Darrel. On my left I had Toni and Terri. Terri and Toni were friends, out celebrating Terri's 76th birthday. It was a fun table, lots of winning, high-fiving and cocktails going around. Toni was betting between $500 and $2000 per hand, tipping the dealers hundreds of dollars on winning hands. During some of the high fiving, a drink got spilled on the table and the pit boss started getting ticked at us. Toni proceeded to take our whole table back in the high-roller room to a private table with VIP service. We joined a couple more people - a man and his "escort", and we played some pretty high stakes cards (at least for me). I went from $10 hands to $100 hands, and somehow managed to win. Anytime I'd run out of chips, Toni would throw $100 chips to me to keep me in the game - with no expectation of repayment, probably gave me around $600 throughout the night. The whole thing was surreal, the other players were buying meals, rooms and everything else for our table with their comp points. As a table, it was non-stop playing and celebrating until about 4, when I figured I was ready to call it a night. The people in our group could have been out of comic books - such a weird scene, spending all that time with them and then never seeing them again.