I know a Vegas lady (saw her many years back) that told me a story about one NYE and a wealthy client she spent several hours with.  

He was a heavy slots player and he kept giving her the slips when he cashed out. When she left his suite the next morning and cashed the slips, she totaled 30K.  

MfSD>>>>

The best was way back when I had just met my first true girl friend.  After having a nice dinner, we drove out to her folks home late to spend New Year's Day with them.  (It was my unveiling.)  Since it was her folk's home, the house rules of course were:  separate bedrooms.  But, that didn't stop her from getting up at around 6 AM and sneaking into my room for a quicky before dawn.  I had no idea to expect it either, which made things even more fun.  Her family were nice people too.  I had a blast.

The worst was with a gal I had known a long time.  (semi-pro UTR gal)  The plan was to stay over at my house and party a good deal.  Things started off well enough:  We had a good session, then I cooked her favorite meal:  steaks, and she got a bit tipsy on Champagne and started reciting Robert Burns in a thick Scottish bur by heart.  I was truly impressed.  (I knew she was from Scotland, but had living in the US for around 20 years and had no trace of an accent.)  Then her phone rang.  It was her teenage son.  He was standing at his father's grave  and doing his best Macbeth impersonation.  Well sir, she got frantic and insisted I drive 50 miles through a snow storm so she can save him.  Of course I did, and she didn't make things any easier by being a blabbering nut job the whole way.  So, after a couple of hours that seemed 10 times longer than that, we got to this grave yard, but the son had in the meantime gone home and was safe and sound in bed.
I drove back home through the snow (Nearly totaled the car also.) and got to bed myself.  Bah humbug

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that they make the Irish almost appear sane.

But I love them both, which is one reason I married someone who is half of each