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Casino Etiquette Questions
Hey gang, hope all is well. Some context: I've been playing for a little over a year now online, started at 2nl and currently winning at 50nl. Not a crusher by any means, but super happy with my progress and excited to play more in the future as a recreational player. So here's the deal, I've been playing online and just with some of my buddies at school every now and then more casually but I turn 21 on Monday and I'm looking to play at a casino for the first time. For reference: I live in New Orleans, LA and would be going to Harrahs. I think the max buy-in there for 1/3 is 300, which is perfectly fine. I have a few questions about what to expect though, because I don't want to show up and look like an absolute noob (which I will be, but don't want it to be that obvious).
How much should you tip the dealer after winning a pot? Should you be tipping in percentage of pot size (like tipping at a restaurant) or tipping just a flat amount?
You have to buy chips with cash right? If so, do most casinos have ATMs for this reason?
Do you just find a table and sit? Do you have to register beforehand? Whats normal in this regard?
Broad question: besides what I've seen on this subreddit about hygiene (obvious), is there anything looked down upon in particular at the table?
Thanks for dealing with my noobie questions in advance. Really hope I can make an OMC rage on my first go.
2nd trip ever to casino to play, only play in home game tournaments every now and then and am breakeven on 0.02/.0.5 and 0.05/0.10 NL on ignition. Playing 1/3 at Harrahs New Orleans, folded first two orbits to get a feel of the table, only played my pocked pairs for minimum return until this hand. Sitting 9 handed. Preflop: folds around to CO, CO limps to H in SB. Look down to A♠️3♠️. Stack of $230, Raise to $10. Villain in BB calls with about $1200 behind, CO calls with about $350 behind. Pot $30. Flop: K ♠️ 5 ❤️ 3 ♦️ Hero checks. Button bets $10. CO calls. Hero calls. Pot $60. Turn: K ♠️ 5 ❤️ 3♦️ 5 ♠️ Hero checks, button bets $30, CO folds, hero calls with intent to fold on river if no Ace or Spade. River: K ♠️ 5 ❤️ 3 ♦️ 5 ♠️ 8 ♠️ Hero bets $20, V raises to $40. I think he’s got 5x suited or maybe a boat, and don’t want to jam/raise and V come over the top, so I just call. V shows a 5 for trips and I take down the pot. Looking back I think I should’ve raised/jammed but V had a strong image at the table from what I had seen and didn’t want to bust out so early. Thoughts?
I smoked crack while I survived Hurricane Katrina.
A sea of suffering called me from her shores. I answered her call, charted a course for the unknown and swam out. No more a child playing in the gentle break of the surf, I was the sole survivor of a shipwrecked life. There was mutiny, fire and disasters of every kind before the hull broke in half and the depths swallowed my life whole. I was lost at sea where only sea monsters survived, and since it is better to eat than to be eaten, I became one. It is true that I survived Hurricane Katrina with my father in New Orleans, and that before our two months together were over, he threatened to shoot me with a nine-millimeter. But before I tell you about that, I need a few paragraphs to tell you about my girlfriend from high school, and that whole thing starts with a large shipment of blotter acid, printed with pink elephants. Supposedly it came from the Lavender family, whatever that meant, and it made an unlikely couple out of us. My family and I were out of town for Christmas break of my senior year, but I can't remember where we went. I think it was Mexico, and while we were gone, the captain of the cheerleading team took some of that acid with two of my friends. They tried to come see me, but since we were out of town, they couldn’t. Somehow their journey to find me and my absence mixed with the LSD to simulate feelings of love and longing for me in her. When I got back, this girl I barely knew wanted to hang out with me. She was the head cheerleader for her junior and senior years, made good grades and loved her mother. I skateboarded, slept through classes, resented the preppy kids, and wore skulls on my black tee shirt. Towards the end of our relationship, I stole 200 dollars from our friend and disappeared for 24 hours with her vehicle, until I came back and we screamed at each other. Later she dropped me off at my parents’ house, and I hurled my cellphone at the pavement in the driveway under the oak tree. Its bark bloodied my knuckles, and it felt like some bones might be broken in my hands and wrist. Inside of the house my parents and I screamed before they told me to leave and locked me out. They called the police. I stuck my fist through the window in a door on the front porch and turned the old knob to let myself in. When the cops showed up I was eating a hot dog. “Put the hot dog down! You are under arrest!” But it didn’t start out like that for us. The first time we hung out, I took two of those pink elephants, and the Jimi Hendrix coming out of her speakers caused my brains to leak out of my eyes and nose and puddle itself in an awkward Technicolor mess on my shirt. She kept her cool and comforted me as I tried to clean it up. We rode to school every morning after that and knew each other in ways that no one else did. The girl shed tears over my addiction and wrote privately in a journal about how much she loved me when we went out. After the overdose that I have already told you about and the episode with Stanky, besides the rest of our miserable 18 months together, she had enough. She moved on, and the break up played in my head over and over again. It left a smoldering heap of twisted metal and mental torment like a train wreck of my own emotions and the memories we created together. I staggered. I struggled to breathe. I fell to my knees as images of her smile and the love she once held in her eyes faded away from in front of me like smoke slowly dissipating or the mirage of a desert oasis, I would never reach. I punched myself in the face until I had two black eyes. I called her 50 times a day. I wrote a poem to tell her how pathetic I was and left it on her windshield in a psychotic spider's web of scotch of tape while she was at work once, but I never got her back. I lost her forever, and I only had myself to blame. Anyway, that gives you an idea of how things were going for me around the time that Katrina came to town, but I should also tell you about the job my uncle gave me. It was delivering trays of medical instruments and every kind of orthopedic implant to different hospitals for the company representatives and the surgeons they did business with. I disappeared into the ghetto in the middle of a delivery one afternoon and would not answer my phone. Somehow the 70,000 dollars’ worth of medical equipment ended up where it was supposed to go, but I disappeared to my friends’ house that night. In the morning my uncle called to tell me he didn’t want me to give up on life. My cell phones never had a voice mail message, but if they did, it would have said something like, “Hi, you’ve reached Riley. I’m not able to take your call right now, because I am smoking crack. Leave your name and number, and I’ll be sure to ignore it, until I need something from you. Thanks.” That brings us right up to the account of the hurricanne, because my friends only let me stay with them for a few days before they evacuated. My mom picked me up from their house and took me home to help my dad board up the windows. I stayed with my grandmother and Uncle after that. The night before Katrina made landfall my cousin and I watched the satellite footage of the huge storm bearing down on the gulf coast just below New Orleans. My uncle had rented hotel rooms for his ex-wife, my cousins, my grandmother and me, and during the storm, the windows cracked on the 21st floor of the Lowes Hotel across from Harrah’s Casino. Raindrops could be seen ripping through the city in the currents of wind pushing through the streets, and the wire and plaster materials used to construct the exterior of other buildings fluttered in the air like pieces of tissue. There seemed to be a kind of divine wrath being poured out onto the city. At least that’s what people were saying, because there had been seven senseless and violent murders in one night just before the storm. Management fed us and moved us down to the 15th floor to another room, but the water didn’t work. Eventually the storming stopped, and we made phone calls to people we cared about. I tried to call the girl whose house I slept at before she evacuated and was happy to talk to her. After that I called my mom. “Riley! The levees broke! I need you to come get me from the house and bring me back to the hotel.” “Okay. Is poppa coming?” “No. He has too many animals at the clinic. I tried to talk him into it, but I don’t think he will come.” “Okay. Well I should probably stay with him.” “Yeah. I think that would be best but come get me and bring me back to the hotel, please.” My grandmother let me take her Camry to get my mom from the house, and I went up Tchoupitoulas to get there and remember the feeling the houses gave me. They were abandoned and desperate and vulnerable prey to the looters and pillagers running around the city. Once I picked my mother up at the house and headed back to the Lowe’s Hotel down St. Charles, men hung halfway out of cars they did not own and sweated trying to get them started. All storefront windows had holes smashed into them, but everything inside was already gone. Our dog had puppies during the storm, and my dad told me about how he went outside to see what it was like and got locked out. My mom couldn’t hear him knocking so he was out there for over an hour in the rain and wind. We slept on the roof of the front porch that first night, but somebody at the hotel had given me some Xanax. I had 20 dollars in my pocket and decided that I would sneak out the front of the house and take the Camry to go smoke crack. He flashed his light on me from the front porch roof as I started the Camry and took off into the dark. No automobiles made any noise in the streets, and not one streetcar ran up or down the tracks. Telephone poles lay on the ground with their power lines tangled in messes of large live oak limbs that covered St. Charles Avenue from one end to the other. It was a dangerous prospect taking off like that into the desolate city in a small car, and it was almost impossible to get the Camry from Palmer Avenue all the way to ghetto by the parish line, but I did it. When I got to the ghetto by Leake Avenue and Oak everyone in the neighborhood converged in the streets. An atmosphere of panic hovered over us, and they walked around with the energetic fear of bees in a hive worried they would perish. Water came out of the drains and pooled in the streets. There was a man carrying a large box fan on his shoulder in the crowd, and he had the twitch in his walk that I was looking for. I flagged him down, and he ran over to the car. “What’s up, wodee?” “Looking for a 20.” “I got you. Let me put this in the car.” He put the fan into the back seat of my grandmother’s Camry and took my 20 into a house. Historic buildings across town lay in heaps of ashes smoldering, and other buildings waited to be consumed by fire or looted. A deluge of black water destroyed whole neighborhoods where families once lived and kids once played. Pandemonium swept across the city. Those who remained realized that our beloved New Orleans was drowning, and it looked like the city might never recover even if it survived this catastrophe. I sat in the car waiting for the crack head to come back with my crack rock, and my father sat on the front porch roof of our house wondering if I would come back with the car or get killed trying to smoke crack in the chaos. I lost the hit in the car before I could smoke it. There was nothing I could do to recover it, so I got out and tried to cut a deal with a guy who desperately needed gas. He said he would help me out, and we tried to siphon gas out of the car, but it didn’t work. Since I tried to help he waved his friend off who followed us around and looked like he had his hand on a pistol in his waistband. When I got back to the house my father gave me a Tylenol PM and begged me to sleep. In the morning the crack had worn off, and we began to navigate our stay in post Katrina New Orleans. We parked the Camry at his clinic in Jefferson Parish and rode around in the old Landcruiser. Sometimes we picked up the displaced people walking up and down St. Charles and took them to Oschner Hospital. There was one lady who carried a bunch of cat carriers with frizzy, frazzled hair and looked like she had lived her life as a recluse in one of the nearby neighborhoods, but the flood brought her out. When we stopped and asked her if she wanted a ride or needed help she just turned around and walked the other direction. Sometimes we got calls at my dad’s clinic from people who wanted us to break into their houses and rescue their animals, so we did. At night we tried to sleep outside, because it was so hot. Mosquitoes hung around us in softly humming clouds and bit hard even through sheets drenched in Adam’s Flea and Tick Spray. I tried to cook some steaks over a fire but had caked the seasoned salt on them in the dark so badly that we could barely eat them. There was a silence that filled the air and gave us a dread we had never known about the future of our lives. The destruction of the city matched the broken emptiness inside of me. It was fitting for me to be there and see it all. Not that either one directly caused the other, but the dire straits of the city mirrored the reality of my own insides. My childhood pediatrician hung himself over the city’s devastation, while my father focused on the litter of puppies our Italian greyhound had to get through it. As if everything happening at the time wasn’t enough stress for him, I gave him hell by smoking crack, stealing money and getting violent. I found my sister’s Adderall prescription and took the whole thing at once. Then I chugged warm beers we had until I couldn’t talk or sleep, and I smoked crack with a pimply skinned lady and her boyfriend in a crumbling apartment building called the Studio Arms by Oschner Hospital. On the way back home the cops stopped me for being out after curfew but let me go. We made trips to the house in Orleans Parish during the days and shot the trunk of a magnolia tree with the 9-millimeter out of boredom once. Two members of the National Guard robbed the house while we slept at the clinic. Both were arrested and received dishonorable discharges. After a month my dad got me a job with a contractor who lived in Harahan, and on our first job we demolished the insides of a man’s house, whose wife had just divorced him and left with his daughters a few weeks before the storm. We carted mildewed art projects made of construction paper and Elmer’s glue and photo albums in wheelbarrows out through the front door and into a dumpster. Every single memory he had of his daughters’ childhoods had fallen under the chalky brown water line a foot below the ceiling. The man sweated and took pictures hoping that his insurance company might pay him for his losses, for the things that have no price. I quit after a week. Sometime towards the end of our time together in the shambles of a post-Katrina New Orleans my dad got on the phone to help me get the 2300 dollars FEMA gave to survivors of Katrina, and after that I got into it with my dad. It was over something stupid, but I got him in a headlock and rammed the top of his skull into the corner of a doorway behind the clinic. We struggled for a few minutes before we stopped, and he said, “You attack me like that again, Riley, and I’m gonna shoot you. You hear me?” I knew he meant it, and he would have been right to do it with the way I acted. It reminded me of the time he told me he wanted to fight me as a teenager but remembered how much he paid for my teeth to be straight. I tore off in the Landcruiser up to Baton Rouge where I stayed with my mom and sisters at my grandmother’s until I could figure out what to do. Eventually, my mother and I devised the plan for me to go live in California, with my friends who had all moved out to San Francisco and planned to grow weed. They needed another roommate to make it work, so I told them I would be out there soon. My mom bought a ticket, but it would be a week or so before I could fly out. In that last week, my friend stole a car and picked me up in the middle of the night. By the time the sun came up we were trying to buy some crack in the ghetto with a fake 100-dollar bill, but when the dealer wanted the rocks back I rolled onto my back and kicked him in the face and ground his fingers under my heel before he fell out of the back seat. We may have run over him, but we definitely drove into a ditch before we escaped. All the while the kid in the back seat next to me snored and had a strand of drool hanging from his lip to the floor and his head between his legs. My mom had to come get me out of a crack house the morning of my flight to San Francisco, and my father hadn’t talked to me since we’d fought last.
So at the beginning of this last summer I was in a bad spot. Been using heavily with no break for about a year and a half this run (10 year plus user here IV heroin all in the southeast so ECP raw no stamps) and also had started on methadone about two months before all this but only 60mg/day. I thought it was bullshit they wouldnt raise my methadone bc I failed all my drug tests but never for benzos just weed meth sometimes coke and dope of course. But starting at 30mg and having to wait two weeks to start the process to raise my dose up 5mg at a time...basically I just never got to dose that made me comfortable - yes my fault for using - but what's a junkie gonna do when he's not well like he should be...especially paying 100 cash a week Anyways...terrible habit check. Separated from gf of 8 years check. Jobless check. Homeless check. Literally had a backpack with my clothes in it and I would crash with friends when I could. I live in new orleans so I would run the streets all hours of the nights - developed a taste for meth so everything seemed normal. The speed also turned me into a compulsive poker machine gambler and I had a bad habit of somehow going from broke penniless to hustling up 100s of dollars to broke again from gambling in a couple hours. I had a lose everything gambling night late Sunday night into Monday morning. Had a little breakdown and had a friend drive me around to detoxes....went to three diff places and got on all their lists but it would take a week to get a bed. My buddy drops me off at the top of bourbon street. I have no money. I'm getting dopesick. All my possessions which are a bunch of dirty clothes really at this point are in a backpack on my back. I'm dirty I haven't showered in days. Probably been up all weekend, atleast 48 hours no sleep because well I have no bed. The love of my life my fiance isnt speaking to me. I'm tired dirty broke sick heartbroken crashing. I wanted to die. I thought about throwing myself off overpasses or somehow coming up with the probably million dollars id need to do a shot that would kill me. I wind up bumping into this old man I knew from a couple years ago and he gave me 50 bucks. I went and spent 25 at my dopeman and had to pay him 10 i owed him (owed well over 100 so 10 aint so bad). Then I had 15 bucks. And nothing to lose. I meet up with this wanna be tranny named after a popular Mexican pop star diva who is basically a dude who just talks and dresses like a chick but will sometimes rock a beard with it all its a trip. He likes me but he knows I dont get down like that but still whines about it so much that I refuse to crash on his couch even when my only other option is a park bench. We have a bond over poker machines and meth. His rent is due and he says he needs 600 or hell be evicted. Lost all his money gambling. He does meth but not like TONS and we get along because I do it moderately as well so it never turns into a tweak bender. We gamble. And its time to do that. I have 15 bucks and he has maybe ten. In Nola every bar has 2 or 3 video poker machines where u bet from .25 cents to 4 dollars and can win max 2000 dollars with a royal flush. The other games are just chasing a flush or 5 of a kind the whole time. Michelangelo is my favorite. You hit a button 5 cards come up you hold the ones u want and press a button again if u get 5 spades for example a bonus round happens and you win money. Depending on what you bet. Typically lets say u put ten dollars in. You get 40 credits. You bet 2 credits aka 50 cents and you have 20 hands. You really just want a flush so you sit there just hitting the button hoping a flush comes up. I turn my 15 into a hundred. Loan my friend a few bucks. He loses it. He wants to change bars and try another machine. I'm hesitant but do. We get to the bar and I put 20 in and hit for 650. Woot woot. We go get a meth sack and stash the cash at his place. I loan him a few more dollars and I take 100 or so to the next bar. Its 4am on a Tuesday so we wind up in a gay bar that's open and I get on a machine and hit for 750. TWICE. I let my friend gamble and he makes enough to pay me back and he wins a few hundred as well. We go back to his place its 9am or so at this point we do some more tweak I buy some dope life is good. I have about 1800 at this point and I'm like ok dudes lets go to the casino. He is like no and u better not go blah blah blah. Harrahs casino is right across the street from bourbon street almost and is nice but I ALWAYS lose my money there. I swear it off every time I leave. I walked there alone. 9am everyone is going about their business all nice looking. I have been up going on 3 days now. I'm haggard looking but smiling. I get into harrahs and pick a machine and started in on that motherfucker. A chinese themed slot machine where as you bet a bowl of fortune cookies fills up and when it does you hit a bonus round and you have like 5 levels of prizes from 5 dollars at the bottom to 10500 at the top. After putting 350 in the machine I hit the bonus round and won my first jackpot of 10500. 9400 cash after taxes. I still had 1500 or so from earlier. Its important to understand my mind state at this time. I was at my bottom just hours before. I mean I wanted to die. I was alone. Strung OUT. I was (and am) at this horrible part of dope addiction no one tells you about where after years and years of this shit u just...don't really get high anymore. It's just staying well. Theres exactly nothing to look forward to. And its sad because you know your chasing a feeling thats long gone. Sure if you detox and then relapse you get high but as soon as you slide into your normal habit its just...it sucks. Staying well becomes a full time job. Hell people I work around and know dont even realise I'm a addict because they never see me seemingly intoxicated. And I am doing big shots of good shit. No itching besides the initial pins n needles. No nods. No euphoria. This is why people start smoking crack and doing other drugs because you may shoot 100 worth of dope but you still feel sober. Pretty much. Sober enough that the pain you are trying to escape from is still right there. Your life is ruined from this thing but now you cant hide anymore. So you start chasing crack. Some people drink. Some tweak. Whatever. Make room for another monkey. Theres always room for more. So here I am with over 10 grand. Theres so much I want to do. I'm homeless. Needing clothes. Need everything. The first thing I do is rub it in everyones face who gave me shit for gambling all those times I lost it all. I had to reach out to my girl. We split majorly because id do some speed at work and when id get off at 3 id be drawn to the poker machine and instead of being on my way home id spend all my money. That happened a lot. Id win half the time tho. Usually doubling what money i started with. I gave the money to my friend who drove me to try and get into detox. Real religious no drugs kinda guy. Not smart to be walking around with all that. I needed housing. To pay a ticket to have my license back. I needed to pay a lawyer out of state to pick up a 3 year old 4 count heroin sales charge I was running from. I wanted to get clean. I wanted to do crazy shit like buy an oz of raw and some hookers and stay at the Ritz and blah blah. But I made my friend hold it all, only getting a few hundo at a time as I needed it. I spent 5k in the first week and he gave me all my money back because he was tired of me showinf up 5x a day to blow my money a few hundred at a time. I saw the dark side of people I thought were my friends. Not like brother type friends but my boys id run the streets with. Everyone wanted a piece. They all expected something. Exactly 7 days after I won the money I walked into harrahs again with 3500 on me and within 30 mins security pounced on me and arrested me for my out of state warrant. When I won the jackpot I had to sign a tax form and I'm sure it showed I was wanted. The next time I came and signed in they were right on me. Now I'm sitting in OPP with no bond facing extradition. Coming off a heroic binge and the methadone was still in my system. After 16 days NC came and picked me up and that's a whole nother story but still sick I was shackled hands and feet in the back of a van with 9 other dudes for 3 days at a time TWICE. Finally get to NC and wound up basically beating my case. Plead to a misd and time served after 60 days. When you are up. Your up. When your down it hurts. But every dog has his day. Just know if you are suffering today eventually your gonna swing back up.
A lot is going on in Tahoe during the summer, so here’s a continuously updated listing of events happening around the lake! Feel free to comment below with any updates, I will periodically edit the post with new events that folks send me. See revision notes at the bottom of this post. Things not included: shows that happen every week all year around (like the Improv at Harvey’s or the Magic Fusion at The Loft), free weekly shows at venues like the CBC and Alibi Truckee (check their event calendars for those!), and children’s camps/classes. I reserve the right to not include every event folks send; a truly comprehensive list would quickly become useless with too many items on it, so I will be a little selective.
Reno Philharmonic: Remember When Rock Was Young - The Elton John Tribute
Sand Harbor
17-18
The Infamous Stringdusters
Harrah’s
17-18
Karl Denson’s Tiny Universe
Montbleu
17-18
Phish
Harvey’s Outdoor Arena
19-22
Wanderlust Festival
Squaw Valley
20
Melissa Etheridge
Montbleu
21
Tainted Love
Crystal Bay Club
21-22
Keith Urban
Harvey’s Outdoor Arena
23
Sierra Nevada Ballet: A Midsummer Night’s Dream – The Ballet
Sand Harbor
25
Luke Bryan
Harvey’s Outdoor Arena
26
Chris Stapleton
Harvey’s Outdoor Arena
28
The Decemberists
Montbleu
28
Bikes & Brews
Kirkwood Mountain Resort
30
Reno Jazz Orchestra: New Orleans, A Night in the Big Easy
Sand Harbor
August
Date
Event
Location
3
ZoSo “The Ultimate Led Zeppelin Experience”
Crystal Bay Club
3
The Temptations
Montbleu
4
Matisyahu
Montbleu
4
Ice Cube
Hard Rock Hotel & Casino
6
Reno Philharmonic: Bravo on The Beach: Best of Broadway
Sand Harbor
9
Florence and the Machine
Harvey’s Outdoor Arena
10
“Brews, Jazz and Funk Pre Party” ft. The Floozies w/ Big Sam’s Funky Nation
Crystal Bay Club
10
Janet Jackson
Harvey’s Outdoor Arena
11
Papa Roach
Hard Rock Hotel & Casino
11-12
Brews, Jazz and Funk Fest
Squaw Valley
12
Bloody Mary Competition
Hard Rock Hotel & Casino
12
Amy Schumer & Friends
Harvey’s Outdoor Arena
13
Super Diamond: The Neil Diamond Tribute
Sand Harbor
17
Steve Miller Band and Peter Frampton
Harvey’s Outdoor Arena
18
Petty Theft “Tribute to Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers”
Crystal Bay Club
18
Charlie Puth with Hailee Steinfeld
Harvey’s Outdoor Arena
18
BB King’s Blues Band
Montbleu
20
Mindi Abair & The Boneshakers: A Powerhouse Sax and Detroit Funk/Rock Concert
Sand Harbor
22
Nahko and Medicine for the People w/ Xiuhtezcatl
Crystal Bay Club
24
Evening with Donny & Marie
Harvey’s Outdoor Arena
31
Scorpions and Queensrÿche
Harvey’s Outdoor Arena
September
Date
Event
Location
1
Reno Jazz Orchestra: An Evening with Tierney Sutton
Sand Harbor
1
Foam Fest
Squaw Valley
2
Alpen Wine Fest
Squaw Valley
7
Dave Matthews Band
Harvey’s Outdoor Arena
7
Guitar Strings vs. Chicken Wings
Squaw Valley
13
Galactic
Crystal Bay Club
21-22
Thunder from Down Under
Harrah’s
22
Oktoberfest
Squaw Valley
29
Oktoberfest
Tahoe City
Revision History
2018-05-16 - Added Concerts at Commons Beach, Omg Fun Run!, Florence and the Machine, Tahoe City Oktoberfest, and League to Save Lake Tahoe (Keep Tahoe Blue) community events. Modified some of the column names and link formatting.
https://preview.redd.it/k4g5868451q31.jpg?width=1398&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=b02fe172c7d2a5bb5ce8ec584418502def25b0f9 My list of all of the concerts/bands that I've seen to date. I have forgotten about some of the local bands or some of the dates for a couple of the earlier show, so when I remember what they are I'll add to my list. Louisville– The Palace (8 November 1997) Jars of Clay Plumb Lexington– Z-Fest @ The Red Mile Racetrack (30 August 1998) Third Eye Blind Candlebox Better Than Ezra Athenaeum Tripping Daisy Far Too Jones Stretch Princess Everything Supafuzz Swifty Artgecko Winchester,KY– (July 1999) Smalltown Poets ?????? Williamsburg,KY–CumberlandCollege(30 August 1999) Caedmon's Call w/ Keith Rodgers Jill Phillips Bebo Norman Atlanta– On the Bricks (08 June 2001) Better Than Ezra Rehab Injected Knoxville- Blue Cats (11 August 2002) Soil Lost Prophets ?????????? Knoxville- Blue Cats (04 September 2002) Audiovent Copper ShadowWax Atlanta– 99X Big Day Out (28 September 2002) Stone Temple Pilots Stone Sour Filter (didn't perform) Sum 41 Tonic Earshot TRUST company 30 Seconds To Mars Fozzy w/ Chris Jerico The Roots New Found Glory Sparta Knoxville- Blue Cats (27 November 2002) 30 Seconds To Mars 10 Years Knoxville– Blue Cats (19 January 2003) Saliva Breaking Benjamin Greenwheel Brand New Sin Chattanooga– The Bay (07 February 2003) TRUST company Chevelle Pacifier Depswa Louisville– Jillian's (18 February 2003) Sum 41 Authority Zero No Use For A Name The Starting Line Cincinnati– Bogarts (28 February 2003) TRUSTcompany Blindside Richmond,KY– EKU (23 April 2003) 3 Doors Down Theory of A Deadman 12 Stones KnoxvilleCivic Coliseum (30 April 2003) Godsmack Cold Breaking Benjamin Columbus- Summer Sanitarium Tour (19 July 2003) Metallica Limp Bizkit Linkin Park Deftones Mudvayne Charlotte– 106.5 WEND - The End of Summer Weenie Roast 9 (05 October 2003) Staind Trapt Sevendust Eve 6 Socialburn Shinedown Three Days Grace Kill Hannah Story of the Year LoPro Dokken Knoxville- Blue Cats (23 September 2003) Seether ?????? Knoxville– Blue Cats (9 November 2003) Hoobastank Andrew W.K. Die Trying Lexington– Rupp Arena/Meteroa Tour (01 March 2004) Linkin Park P.O.D. Hoobastank Story of the Year Knoxville– Blue Cats (19 March 2004) Tantric Shinedown Silvertide Cincinnati– Bogarts (20 March 2004) Three Days Grace Apartment 26 LoPro Edgewater Knoxville– Blue Cats (31 March 2004) Fuel Breaking Benjamin ?????? Knoxville– Blue Cats (25 May 2004) Soil Shinedown Silvertide Knoxville– Blue Cats (14 July 2004) Drowning Pool Flaw Dropbox Knoxville– Blue Cats (17 August 2004) Breaking Benjamin Crossfade Copper Lexington– The Avio (21 September 2004) Breaking Benjamin Black Stone Cherry Cincinnati– U.S. Bank Arena (7 November 2004) Velvet Revolver The Datsuns Knoxville– Blue Cats (21 November 2004) Papa Roach ?????? Cincinnati– Bogarts (27 November 2004) Chevelle ?????? Cincinnati– Bogarts/Winterfresh Snocore Tour (15 February 2005) Chevelle Crossfade Helmet Future Leaders of the World Strata Knoxville– Blue Cats (01 June 2005) Seether No Address Copper Knoxville– Blue Cats (27 June 2005) Theory of A Deadman Submersed Breaking Point Louisville– Cardinal Stadium (20 August 2005) Seether Crossfade Dark New Day Knoxville– Blue Cats (15 September 2005) 30 Seconds To Mars Copper Lexington– Kentucky Theater (19 October 2005) Breaking Benjamin Smile Empty Soul Circle 4 Knoxville–KnoxvilleCivic Coliseum/Jagermeister Tour (02 May 2006) Staind Three Days Grace Hurt Straight Line Stitch Cincinnati– Bogarts (04 August 2006) Breaking Benjamin Evans Blue Dropping Daylight Louisville–LouisvilleGardens (27 March 2007) Evanescence Chevelle Finger Eleven Knoxville–KnoxvilleCivic Coliseum (05 June 2007) Three Days Grace Breaking Benjamin Puddle of Mudd Red Cincinnati– U.S. Bank Arena (29 June 2007) Tool Lexington– A1A (21 August 2007) 12 Stones Ligion Lucid Grey Corbin -Southeastern KentuckyAgricultural/Expo Center (22 July 2009) Staind Shinedown Chevelle Halestorm Lo Pro Lexington – Buster's Billiards & Backroom (9 December 2011) Zoso (The Ultimate Led Zeppelin Experience) Knoxville – The Valarium (27 April 2012) Zoso (The Ultimate Led Zeppelin Experience) New Orleans - Harrah’s Casino Theater11th Annual Ezra Open CharityShow Streamed live onStageIt.com (7 September 2012) Better Than Ezra with special appearance from Emerson Hart of Tonic Marc Broussard Tyler Bryant Lexington - RuppArena(16February 2013) Shinedown Three Days Grace w/ Matt Walst of My Darkest Days as lead vocals P.O.D. Louisville - The Palace (10 May 2013) Soundgarden Knoxville – Blackstock (7 September 2013) Zoso (The Ultimate Led Zeppelin Experience) Cincinnati - Riverbend (6 July 2014) Motley Crue Alice Cooper ?????????? Knoxville - The International (5 July 2015) Breaking Benjamin (acoustic show) Louisville - Louder Than Life ( 3 and 4 October 2015) Saturday Line-Up Romantic Rebel show cancelled due to rain Jelly Roll show cancelled due to rain Raveneye show cancelled due to rain Cilver show cancelled due to rain Art of Dying show cancelled due to rain Butcher Babies Red Sun Rising Trivium Like A Storm Saint Asonia Starset Beartooth Aranda Tremonti Arreyu Issuses Hollywood Undead Sevendust Seether Bring Me The Horizon Chevelle Godsmack Rob Zombie Sunday Line-Up Whiskey Myers Goodbye June The Color Morale All Them Witches Tyler Bryant & The Shakedown We Are Harlot Nothing More Glorious Sons 10 Years Kentucky Headhunters Hinder Flaw Skid Row Collective Soul Black Stone Cherry Turbowolf Three Doors Down Breaking Benjamin We Came As Romans Slash featuring Myles Kennedy and the Conspirators Lynyrd Skynyrd Shinedown ZZ Top Dallas - House of Blues (29 December 2015)Live Nation and Yahoo (free live streaming concert) Better Than Ezra Nawas Columbus - Rock on the Range (19, 20 and 21 May 2017) Friday, May 19 Soundgarden - Chris Cornell TributeLIVE Pierce The Veil Chevelle Gojira Sum 41 Bush Of Mice & Men Norma Jean Motionless In White The Amity Affliction Red Fang Thrice I Prevail Bleeker Beartooth Badflower Cover Your Tracks Goodbye June Aeges Saturday, May 20 Korn The Offspring Coheed and Cambria Taking Back Sunday In Flames Papa Roach The Story So Far Whitechapel Seether Attila Kyng Alter Bridge Turnstile DED Skillet Frank Carter & The Rattlesnakes Sylar Starset Fire From The Gods One Less Reason Sunday, May 21 Metallica Volbeat Amon Amarth Primus The Dillinger Escape Plan Deafheaven The Pretty Reckless Suicide Silence Zakk Sabbath Biffy Clyro Every Time I Die Dinosaur Pile-Up Nothing More Radkey Wage War Rival Sons Royal Republic Dorothy As Lions Mother Feather Nashville - The End (13 October 2017) Royal Thunder Brother Hawk Holy Mountain Top Removers Knoxville - The Mill and Mine (8 March 2019) Get The Led Out Cincinnati - Riverbend Music Center (7 August 2019) Breaking Benjamin Chevelle Three Days Grace Dorothy Diamante Louisville - Louder Than Life (27, 28, and 29 September 2019) Friday, Sept. 27 Slipknot Rob Zombie Staind A Day to Remember Chevelle I Prevail Beartooth Motionless In White Phillip H. Anselmo & The Illegals GWAR The Crystal Method Graveyard New Years Day All Them Witches Crown Lands Wilsons Dead Posey Santa Cruz Saturday, Sept. 28 Guns N' Roses Godsmack Ice Cube Halestorm Dropkick Murphys Stone Temple Pilots Suicidal Tendancies Melvins Andrew W.K. Badflower Knocked Loose Anti-Flag Redd Kross Parlor Mob Amigo the Devil Like A Storm Jelly Roll Dirty Honey The Pink Slips JunkBunny Sunday, Sept. 29 Disturbed Rob Zombie Marilyn Manson Breaking Benjamin Three Days Grace Sum 41 In This Moment Deadland Ritual White Reaper Demon Hunter Ho99o9 Angle Du$t Sick Puppies Fire From The Gods DED Anemic Royalty
Hey everyone, I wanted to do a Q&A for our finals event being held on October 16-18 in New Orleans. Below is some information and I'll stop back in later this afternoon to answer questions!
Championship Sunday will be played in the New Orleans Theater located 2 escalators up from the main show floor. It will be amazing :)
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The venue is located next to River Walk, Harrahs Casino, and Bourbon Street. There will be plenty to do before and after the event! New Orleans will be our biggest event in MLG history, I hope to see you guys there :) ONLY NEW ORLEANS QUESTIONS WILL BE ANSWERED
Just a quick update, the website will be done before the end of the month but we have finalized the location. Harrah's Casino New Orleans:
The New Orleans Pipe And Tobacco Club is excited to announce the 1st Annual New Orleans Pipe Show. The show will be held in the Masquerade Night Club, located inside Harrahs Casino. Smoking is allowed in the casino and throughout the show. There will be a fully staffed bar and flat screen TVs showing all the days football games. Exhibitor Tables are $125 and set-up is from 7:00 AM - 8:45 AM Doors open to the public at 9:00 AM. Silent Auction runs from 11:00 AM - 3:00PM
Hey guys as a disclaimer I am not a Pelicans fan or from New Orleans. I'm visiting a college and went to the game last night with my dad just for fun. I'm sure this isn't the usual post here, but was anyone else at the game last night? At games they do a halftime show sponsored by Harrah's the casino and a fan is brought down to spin a wheel with various prizes ranging from $5,000 to a Vegas vacation. When the guy spun the wheel and got a "Nola Staycation" his expression was one of the funniest reactions I've ever seen in person. Was anyone else there and saw that?
My body paragraphs for my persuasive essay on why I believe NFL players should be fined for unprofessional acts on and off of the football field. Please help if there is anything you notice.
Drinking and driving is not by any means professional and should be punishable, especially when one is an NFL football player and have children that look up to you as a role model. According to Doug Farrar, there have been three occurrences of NFL players being charged with D.U.I. in this last summer. One of them being a running back known as Marshawn Lynch. Also, teammates Kenny Britt and Robert Quinn also got popped for the same offense in the same week. Farrar says, “Players aren't going to listen to Goodell's ‘angry patrician uncle’ shtick when it comes to changing their lifestyles -- and some won't listen at all -- but a new and more powerful message needs to be sent.” Also Gerry Dulac reported for the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette that, “the Steelers’ fourth-round draft choice from Washington, Alameda Ta’amu was charged for D.U.I. on the city's south side Sunday, October fourteenth.” These four offenses show that there is not a serious enough punishment, and without one the players will just keep doing whatever they want. Sexual assault is also a very unprofessional act and the players should be fined or punished for doing so beyond the criminal repercussions. Brian McIntyre reported that New England’s wide receiver Julian Edelman was “arraigned Tuesday at Boston Municipal Court after being accused very early Tuesday morning of groping a woman at a Halloween party at a Boston bar. Edelman denied the allegations to police at the scene and was arrested and booked. He posted bail and was released.” There was no action taken by the NFL for this crime. Edelman did not receive any suspension or fine outside of the criminal repercussions. Also, the NFL acknowledged that Ben Roethlisberger, Steelers’ quarterback, was accused of raping at Lake Tahoe casino-hotel in 2008. “The woman was a VIP casino hostess at Harrah's when she said ‘Roethlisberger allegedly lured her to his room under the pretense of fixing his television.’ Roethlisberger was in town for a celebrity golf tournament.” “Lawyers for both Roethlisberger and the woman reached a settlement that ended the lawsuit against the Pittsburgh Steelers’ quarterback.” There was no punishment outside of the criminal repercussions enforced by the NFL. Furthermore putting “bounties” or “hits” on other players to injure them is completely unethical to the game of football and should be dealt with in a serious manner. Reported by the Fox News, the New Orleans Saints defensive coordinator was offering bonuses to anyone who would injure other players on the field. They also stated that “Vilma, a linebacker for the Saints, offered $10,000 to anyone who knocked then-Minnesota Vikings quarterback Brett Favre out of the 2009-10 NFC title game.” Also reported by Facts on File, “a player might typically receive $1,500 for a ‘knockout’ and $1,000 for a ‘cart-off,’ with the amounts increasing markedly during the playoffs. During the 2009 playoffs the fund grew as large as $50,000.” These acts of “bounty” or “hits” on players were dealt with somewhat appropriately. Not as severe as they should have been. All players kept their jobs and just received little suspensions and the team itself received a fine of $500,000, but no single player or person was fined. These acts need to be handled in a more serious way and the NFL needs to start showing the authority that they hold over their players and that it is a privilege to be in the NFL not something they had to do.
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