[barrett]

I was in Vegas with some buddies last year. We played an uneventful tournament one evening at the Orleans. The next day we walked into the Mirage around noon and got placed at a 6/12 table with an unruly drunk SOB. Turns out this was one of dealers from the night before at the Orleans.

We learned from the floor that this guy's routine was to get off work at the Orleans and go straight to the Mirage where he would play and drink until he passed out the next day.

Before he got kicked out of the room for stinking and splashing the pots, he entertained the table by eating a cocktail napkin and ogling the women next to him.