Beezos
04-19-2005, 12:09 PM
This log is longwinded, and might lack content at times, and grammar and correct spelling. I tend to write in the spoken word with lots of curses, Hunter Thompson-esque style. I’ll will also cross post in b&m. hope you enjoy, and would like some feedback
The past few months have been hard on the Beez. Being a 20 something professional and poker player in NYC can be tough. The two do not go hand in hand all the time. Earlier this year I was on a hot run. Up a few G's playing NL, but one day in AC (adventure with more frequent poster Phattbol) followed by a bad run, and I am on the rocks. My bankroll couldnt take the swings of NL so I am back in the limit games in the city grinding out, and trying to get out of the tank. So I planned my trip when I was in the black. With my bad timing, I was in the red and on my way out to Vegas. I been paycheck to paycheck the last month and a half, and somehow made it to Vegas with money in my bank account.
Friday morning: I wake up. There are two random people sleeping on my couches and there are two people waiting outside in the street to get into my apt.(another story unto itself probably meant for some drug--hippie website forum) i get the supershuttle to laguardia. the guy is late. he opens the door to the van. 5 passengers get out complaining and jump into a cab. i get in. quick ride to the airport. i get on my plan pop a xanax. manage to sleep through both legs. though i was all f'ed up while making connection in Cincinatti.
I arrive in Vegas Friday 6pm. I meet my college buddy and his girl. Her dad picks us up. Her parents paid for the room. I am freeloading but they are cool with that. Free room at the Imperial Palace. We get there I check in, and meet the rents. They are a hilarious odd couple. Little filipino woman and fat hick husband. They rock hard. They offer to take me to dinner but I let the family catch up with their daughter and her man. I goto the Imperial Palace "Poker Room."
I am hungry as [censored]. I eat some of those finger sandwiches everyone talks about. They are ok. They do the trick. I get immediate seating in 1/2NL--100max. The game is shorthanded. There are maybe one or two good players. I manage to work up my stack some. There is this one woman from OK who is drunk and bluffing her face off. Anytime the bored pairs, shows 3 str8 or flush cards she overbets. Everyone openly discusses how we will take her out. We manage to do it in three hands. I am the straw that breaks this camels back. She is UTG and overbet raises, I re-razole with AK suited, not all in. She calls, and almost flips her cards over. The dealer stops her. Flop gives me a king, and she goes all in. I call. She goes 10s and leaves the table complaining. Everyone else has a good laugh. I am up 300.
My friend shows up. He wants to play 2/4 bc he doesnt know how to play NL. I decide to drop down and get shitty drunk. I start putting down beers quick. Every time the waitress comes I get a new one. And she was quick. I start off tight. 2nd orbit my first hand in i raise with KK. Some guy gets runner runner flush. I lose. This woman and I exchange complaints about how loose this table is. next hand I have queen rag os. she is the only one who calls the BB. no raises. flop there is a jack. i check and she checks. next card, queen. i bet and she folds ace jack face up. i ask her why she didnt raise pf or bet on the flop. she says i would have called her down. i proclaim i do not play like the rest of the chumps at the table, and that she could have breathed on the pot and i would have folded. two hands later, i get aces cracked. after that I am drunk, and raise any two cards that look pretty. i am putting on a good show, especially after i proclaim what a good player i am. i am having a good time and so is the table. i spray 100 white into the table and my friend and i decide to leave. he was doing ok til i started with my table antics. so we decide its party time. we call our our man, goto the liquor store and back to the room for a recharge. -100
The next two days start getting hazy. we are stinking drunk. we got to barbary coast. win a 100 bone playing blackjack. then we meet up with some friends of friends from SF. good peeps. we go to some club in cheezers palace. good times. nothing to memorable there. the fun part comes later in the nite. circa 5am, we decide to play craps. we have no clue how to play craps. we are wasted as [censored]. high as [censored]. we are just following some other people. trying to look like we know what we are doing. its not working. the dealers are not happy with us. we have money all over the table. luckily some dude rolled for 40 minutes. made us 2-300 each. After that I am high as dogshit on gambling and whatever else we were doing that nite. I do not want to leave the casino but have no choice. At 5:30 we goto the room. I stare at the ceiling for about 40 minutes before rummaging through my bag for some xanax. I finally pass out with open bottle of water in my hands.
Saturday morning 8:30 AM. I wake up. All wet from that bottle of water. [censored]. I am wide awake. I decide to go play poker. I am not as sharp as I should be when I get there. Luckily half the table has been up all nite. I am still playing like a retard. I am drinking water and tea. 10:30 rolls around I am in the hole 200. I goto the breakfast buffet with family. My adopted family for the weekend. They are great. The parents I never had. Wait I have parents. They are not this cool. So we back to the room. We are hungover so I suggest some vicodins. we change and head over to the flamingo pool. After 5 minutes I decide I have had enough and must go play poker all day. My buddy and I take off. We get lost in Ballys looking for the tram. Finally we get there and head to MGM.
The MGM poker room is the shiznitobamsnipsnap. Far and away, the best room I’ve been to in all my travels. The tables, the décor, the dealers, the computers, the screens, the weak players. Good [censored] [censored]! Again Steve wants to play limit. There is immediate seating in 1-2Nl-200 max so I do that til I can sit with my him. I get in first hand posted, and I have A,10 os. I am in mid position and feel saucy so I razzo. One call. Ragged flop. I fire out. Called. Turn is ragged. Fire out again. Called. Another ragged card. I think the board was paired or showed a 4 card str8 and fire out big. The guy folds. I win about 50 uncontest with weak holdings. 5 minutes later I limp with 2,3 clubs. Family pot. Flop comes 9c,10c,2h. checks to me. I fire out 20. 2 callers. Turn is Qh. One check I bet. Guy behind me raises 20. fold. I announce “I call with a grain of salt.” River is Kc. I know this guy has made a str8. I check let him get all his chips in the middle. I sheepishly call and he flips over j,8 and i show my baby flush to win the pot. Another hundred bone right there. 5 minutes later. I have KK in mid position. I Raise to 20. button calls. BB raises to 40. I re-razo to 80. Button goes all in. BB calls and so do I. We all flip. Button shows queens, and BB shows rockets. I get lucky and flop a king. I win 500 bucks. I rack up after 15 minutes +700. I bump into some guy I know from the PS or “club we not name.” I am trying to get down with the poker dork lingo on the forums. Anywheeee, after the fact I put 2+2 together and realize it is frequent poster Bdkclash3. that was my sup bro to you. God does this qualify me as 2+2 internet dork yet?
I move to 4-8. Start putting down Bloody’s with stevo. The game is similar to Imperial Palace 2/4. I resist the urge to spray chips as my KK gets cracked twice. I give back 60 and we decide to mozy on to Excalibur around 3pm. I play 1-2nl there, and stevo plays 2-6 spread. we both win some +80. The game and table was soft loose and uneventful. I made some guy lay down the best hand twice. One time some jackass called my all in with flush draw and sucked out. I still come out on top but not as much as I would have. I am on my way to being drunk and again and it is early. Looks like I am done with poker for the trip. Poker winnings total out at around 500.
We go back to the flamingo around dinner time. Everyone is drunk including mom and dad. We have a new friend. Steves girlfriends friend flew in from Minneapolis. She is a hottie blonde stewardess. I am supposed to sleep with her tonite. Yippee! Wait I am flying out at 6am. Booo! No sleep, just partying and gambling. Yay!! So we all are wasted. We go out to dinner at some restaurant in the flamingo. We are no doubt making a scene. Dirty jokes, and food grabbing, and laughing from every direction. Its great. I must remember to send a thank you to the cool ass parents from Minnesota. I am so drunk I cant even eat. I need a recharge back at the hotie. We go back to Imperial to teach Momma Frost how to play craps. We all have hot rolls and win, but manage to give it back and some real quick. –100. I play some black jack with crew or at the table next to them. –50. God damn house games are for losers! But the could be fun at times.
Then the parents leave. Stevo, his girl, stewardess, and I go back to hotel room to party it up there. We have a drunken spewfest for two hours before realizing we should probably hit the town. Midnite, We go to Mandalay Bay. By some refreshments at the store, take some pictures. Meet another friend of a friend. I am beginning to get haggard. I am running on fumes. Every alcohoic beverage I have I need chase it with 2 waters and blanco. I want to sleep but I cant. I need to get in a cab sometime around 4-5ish for my 6am flight. We mosey on to the Luxor. Walk around the casino. I check out the “poker room”. I way too twisted to think about playing. I sit down and play blackjack with the stewardess, and some brits. Everyone is losing but the stewardess whos hits blackjack everyother hand. –100. we get invited to someones room to smoke a j. I am floored at that point I am a rambling mess. Around 3am we saddle up and head back to the IP. We party and spew while I pack up. At 4 we go down play craps. Some guy teaches the right way to do it. I have a hot roll and win about 250. I crap out at 4:30. just in time. I say my goodbyes. Stewardess says she will call me next time she is in NYC. I am stoked but so out of it I just want to get to the plane and pop some xanax and sleep.
I get turned down by one cabbie who doesn’t want to go the airport. The next guy hooks me up and I in return hook him up. I get there, check in, and hit that stupid ass security line. I pretend I am in first class and cut half of it. I get through it, and I am all [censored] up. Good thing I have no contraband on me. I get to the gate 5:10. the next 20 minutes is a real long wait. I am burnt to crisp. Chugging water, and blowing bloody snot into tissues. The call my row. The gate checker tells me I look like I am still having a good time. I pop a vic and xanax. There are only 2 people in my row, and I don’t have to squeeze in. I am stoked. I sleep til Atlanta, stumble to my connection. And sleep til NYC. I have to deal with a bunch of BS to get my apt keys from the hippies who trashed my apt and scared the [censored] out of my roommate. Good thing its just a craigslist sublet. I get back to my apt. I count my money. I have 700 more than I came with. I am stoked bc I am have climbed my half way out of the hole I was in. I pay my rent late with gambling money. Goto bed at Sunday 7pm wake up at 8:30am email in sick or should I say tired for work. Sleep til 3pm Monday. Still in recoop mode as I slept from 10 last nite til 8 this morning. I am back at work but haven’t done anything concrete just yet. Maybe after I am done with this.
That’s it. 36 hours in Sin City is all you really need. As always Vegas was great. As usual I didn’t get to play enough poker but I won every time I did play. If any NYC 2+2ers are making a trip this summer and like to recruit random party animal poker players feel free to PM me. I am succumbing to the 2+2 disease. I just need to get my number of posts up. Right now I have severe case of post envy. Hope you all enjoyed my story…
The past few months have been hard on the Beez. Being a 20 something professional and poker player in NYC can be tough. The two do not go hand in hand all the time. Earlier this year I was on a hot run. Up a few G's playing NL, but one day in AC (adventure with more frequent poster Phattbol) followed by a bad run, and I am on the rocks. My bankroll couldnt take the swings of NL so I am back in the limit games in the city grinding out, and trying to get out of the tank. So I planned my trip when I was in the black. With my bad timing, I was in the red and on my way out to Vegas. I been paycheck to paycheck the last month and a half, and somehow made it to Vegas with money in my bank account.
Friday morning: I wake up. There are two random people sleeping on my couches and there are two people waiting outside in the street to get into my apt.(another story unto itself probably meant for some drug--hippie website forum) i get the supershuttle to laguardia. the guy is late. he opens the door to the van. 5 passengers get out complaining and jump into a cab. i get in. quick ride to the airport. i get on my plan pop a xanax. manage to sleep through both legs. though i was all f'ed up while making connection in Cincinatti.
I arrive in Vegas Friday 6pm. I meet my college buddy and his girl. Her dad picks us up. Her parents paid for the room. I am freeloading but they are cool with that. Free room at the Imperial Palace. We get there I check in, and meet the rents. They are a hilarious odd couple. Little filipino woman and fat hick husband. They rock hard. They offer to take me to dinner but I let the family catch up with their daughter and her man. I goto the Imperial Palace "Poker Room."
I am hungry as [censored]. I eat some of those finger sandwiches everyone talks about. They are ok. They do the trick. I get immediate seating in 1/2NL--100max. The game is shorthanded. There are maybe one or two good players. I manage to work up my stack some. There is this one woman from OK who is drunk and bluffing her face off. Anytime the bored pairs, shows 3 str8 or flush cards she overbets. Everyone openly discusses how we will take her out. We manage to do it in three hands. I am the straw that breaks this camels back. She is UTG and overbet raises, I re-razole with AK suited, not all in. She calls, and almost flips her cards over. The dealer stops her. Flop gives me a king, and she goes all in. I call. She goes 10s and leaves the table complaining. Everyone else has a good laugh. I am up 300.
My friend shows up. He wants to play 2/4 bc he doesnt know how to play NL. I decide to drop down and get shitty drunk. I start putting down beers quick. Every time the waitress comes I get a new one. And she was quick. I start off tight. 2nd orbit my first hand in i raise with KK. Some guy gets runner runner flush. I lose. This woman and I exchange complaints about how loose this table is. next hand I have queen rag os. she is the only one who calls the BB. no raises. flop there is a jack. i check and she checks. next card, queen. i bet and she folds ace jack face up. i ask her why she didnt raise pf or bet on the flop. she says i would have called her down. i proclaim i do not play like the rest of the chumps at the table, and that she could have breathed on the pot and i would have folded. two hands later, i get aces cracked. after that I am drunk, and raise any two cards that look pretty. i am putting on a good show, especially after i proclaim what a good player i am. i am having a good time and so is the table. i spray 100 white into the table and my friend and i decide to leave. he was doing ok til i started with my table antics. so we decide its party time. we call our our man, goto the liquor store and back to the room for a recharge. -100
The next two days start getting hazy. we are stinking drunk. we got to barbary coast. win a 100 bone playing blackjack. then we meet up with some friends of friends from SF. good peeps. we go to some club in cheezers palace. good times. nothing to memorable there. the fun part comes later in the nite. circa 5am, we decide to play craps. we have no clue how to play craps. we are wasted as [censored]. high as [censored]. we are just following some other people. trying to look like we know what we are doing. its not working. the dealers are not happy with us. we have money all over the table. luckily some dude rolled for 40 minutes. made us 2-300 each. After that I am high as dogshit on gambling and whatever else we were doing that nite. I do not want to leave the casino but have no choice. At 5:30 we goto the room. I stare at the ceiling for about 40 minutes before rummaging through my bag for some xanax. I finally pass out with open bottle of water in my hands.
Saturday morning 8:30 AM. I wake up. All wet from that bottle of water. [censored]. I am wide awake. I decide to go play poker. I am not as sharp as I should be when I get there. Luckily half the table has been up all nite. I am still playing like a retard. I am drinking water and tea. 10:30 rolls around I am in the hole 200. I goto the breakfast buffet with family. My adopted family for the weekend. They are great. The parents I never had. Wait I have parents. They are not this cool. So we back to the room. We are hungover so I suggest some vicodins. we change and head over to the flamingo pool. After 5 minutes I decide I have had enough and must go play poker all day. My buddy and I take off. We get lost in Ballys looking for the tram. Finally we get there and head to MGM.
The MGM poker room is the shiznitobamsnipsnap. Far and away, the best room I’ve been to in all my travels. The tables, the décor, the dealers, the computers, the screens, the weak players. Good [censored] [censored]! Again Steve wants to play limit. There is immediate seating in 1-2Nl-200 max so I do that til I can sit with my him. I get in first hand posted, and I have A,10 os. I am in mid position and feel saucy so I razzo. One call. Ragged flop. I fire out. Called. Turn is ragged. Fire out again. Called. Another ragged card. I think the board was paired or showed a 4 card str8 and fire out big. The guy folds. I win about 50 uncontest with weak holdings. 5 minutes later I limp with 2,3 clubs. Family pot. Flop comes 9c,10c,2h. checks to me. I fire out 20. 2 callers. Turn is Qh. One check I bet. Guy behind me raises 20. fold. I announce “I call with a grain of salt.” River is Kc. I know this guy has made a str8. I check let him get all his chips in the middle. I sheepishly call and he flips over j,8 and i show my baby flush to win the pot. Another hundred bone right there. 5 minutes later. I have KK in mid position. I Raise to 20. button calls. BB raises to 40. I re-razo to 80. Button goes all in. BB calls and so do I. We all flip. Button shows queens, and BB shows rockets. I get lucky and flop a king. I win 500 bucks. I rack up after 15 minutes +700. I bump into some guy I know from the PS or “club we not name.” I am trying to get down with the poker dork lingo on the forums. Anywheeee, after the fact I put 2+2 together and realize it is frequent poster Bdkclash3. that was my sup bro to you. God does this qualify me as 2+2 internet dork yet?
I move to 4-8. Start putting down Bloody’s with stevo. The game is similar to Imperial Palace 2/4. I resist the urge to spray chips as my KK gets cracked twice. I give back 60 and we decide to mozy on to Excalibur around 3pm. I play 1-2nl there, and stevo plays 2-6 spread. we both win some +80. The game and table was soft loose and uneventful. I made some guy lay down the best hand twice. One time some jackass called my all in with flush draw and sucked out. I still come out on top but not as much as I would have. I am on my way to being drunk and again and it is early. Looks like I am done with poker for the trip. Poker winnings total out at around 500.
We go back to the flamingo around dinner time. Everyone is drunk including mom and dad. We have a new friend. Steves girlfriends friend flew in from Minneapolis. She is a hottie blonde stewardess. I am supposed to sleep with her tonite. Yippee! Wait I am flying out at 6am. Booo! No sleep, just partying and gambling. Yay!! So we all are wasted. We go out to dinner at some restaurant in the flamingo. We are no doubt making a scene. Dirty jokes, and food grabbing, and laughing from every direction. Its great. I must remember to send a thank you to the cool ass parents from Minnesota. I am so drunk I cant even eat. I need a recharge back at the hotie. We go back to Imperial to teach Momma Frost how to play craps. We all have hot rolls and win, but manage to give it back and some real quick. –100. I play some black jack with crew or at the table next to them. –50. God damn house games are for losers! But the could be fun at times.
Then the parents leave. Stevo, his girl, stewardess, and I go back to hotel room to party it up there. We have a drunken spewfest for two hours before realizing we should probably hit the town. Midnite, We go to Mandalay Bay. By some refreshments at the store, take some pictures. Meet another friend of a friend. I am beginning to get haggard. I am running on fumes. Every alcohoic beverage I have I need chase it with 2 waters and blanco. I want to sleep but I cant. I need to get in a cab sometime around 4-5ish for my 6am flight. We mosey on to the Luxor. Walk around the casino. I check out the “poker room”. I way too twisted to think about playing. I sit down and play blackjack with the stewardess, and some brits. Everyone is losing but the stewardess whos hits blackjack everyother hand. –100. we get invited to someones room to smoke a j. I am floored at that point I am a rambling mess. Around 3am we saddle up and head back to the IP. We party and spew while I pack up. At 4 we go down play craps. Some guy teaches the right way to do it. I have a hot roll and win about 250. I crap out at 4:30. just in time. I say my goodbyes. Stewardess says she will call me next time she is in NYC. I am stoked but so out of it I just want to get to the plane and pop some xanax and sleep.
I get turned down by one cabbie who doesn’t want to go the airport. The next guy hooks me up and I in return hook him up. I get there, check in, and hit that stupid ass security line. I pretend I am in first class and cut half of it. I get through it, and I am all [censored] up. Good thing I have no contraband on me. I get to the gate 5:10. the next 20 minutes is a real long wait. I am burnt to crisp. Chugging water, and blowing bloody snot into tissues. The call my row. The gate checker tells me I look like I am still having a good time. I pop a vic and xanax. There are only 2 people in my row, and I don’t have to squeeze in. I am stoked. I sleep til Atlanta, stumble to my connection. And sleep til NYC. I have to deal with a bunch of BS to get my apt keys from the hippies who trashed my apt and scared the [censored] out of my roommate. Good thing its just a craigslist sublet. I get back to my apt. I count my money. I have 700 more than I came with. I am stoked bc I am have climbed my half way out of the hole I was in. I pay my rent late with gambling money. Goto bed at Sunday 7pm wake up at 8:30am email in sick or should I say tired for work. Sleep til 3pm Monday. Still in recoop mode as I slept from 10 last nite til 8 this morning. I am back at work but haven’t done anything concrete just yet. Maybe after I am done with this.
That’s it. 36 hours in Sin City is all you really need. As always Vegas was great. As usual I didn’t get to play enough poker but I won every time I did play. If any NYC 2+2ers are making a trip this summer and like to recruit random party animal poker players feel free to PM me. I am succumbing to the 2+2 disease. I just need to get my number of posts up. Right now I have severe case of post envy. Hope you all enjoyed my story…