That's not a Vegas trip report...This is a vegas trip report (long)

flapjack · #1 05-04-2005, 06:55 PM

If you don’t like long reads there is a summation at the bottom. Just scroll to the bottom to see it.

This is too long to read so use the following guide to find content that interests you: Poker content is blue, Food content is red, non poker gambling/drinking is green, general Vegas stuff is black

Thursday I flew out of Seattle and landed in Vegas at 7:45pm. I was meeting a friend of mine who flew out from Kentucky. He doesn’t play much poker but he does gamble it up at the table games. He brought his wife and son, I brought my mp3 player. We stayed at the MGM and he got upgraded to a nice suite. It had two bedrooms and big living room/kitchen area. I hate to call it a kitchen because there was no microwave, but it did have a fridge and sink. From the living room there was a nice view of the strip. From my room there was a nice view of the airport!

After talking for awhile we decided to do a pub crawl down the strip. We started the night by walking to the Bellagio. We decided to order around of drinks and catch up before we started gambling. I hate to be cheap but two drinks was $20. I found this out after I said I would pay for the first round. Me Redbull and Vodka, him Captain and Coke. After we talked for awhile we headed out to play some 3 Card Poker.

We played for awhile and had another couple of drinks. I changed Captain and Coke as that is my regular drink. I took a quick peak into the reopened poker room but did not play.

From the Bellagio we went over the Aladdin to play a little blackjack. I managed to win back my 3 Card Poker loss at the blackjack table and put down a couple more drinks. On a scale of 1-5 the waitress’s got a 3/2 (service/hotness). The dealers and the pit boss seemed a bit grumpy. Maybe hotter waitresses would cheer them up.

Next on the route was NY NY. I had never been in the NY before so this new for me. Here we played 357 and I ended up down a little. The wait staff receives a 5/3 on the scale. Our waitress wasn’t going to win any beauty contests but she came around often and filled orders quick. The drinks here were the strongest that I had on the whole trip. If you like getting real drunk I recommend the NY NY.

At some point in the night we took a tram to or from the Luxor. I don’t remember if I was coming or going but it seemed like a nice way to get there. At the Luxor we played some game and had a couple more drinks.

At this point I was pretty buzzed so I don’t really remember what we played. I also don’t remember anything about the wait staff.

The last stop of the night was the Mandalay Bay. I have read good things about there poker room but this was my first visit. My buddy said he would play so we hopped into a 4/8 game. I love the 1/2 blind structure even though one player had trouble understanding why he couldn’t raise it to 8.

The table was a typical 4/8 table. There were two guys there who talked the talk but after winning a pot with J9o utg it’s tough to pass your self off as a tough player. The “best” player in the game was a borderline maniac. I say borderline because he at least needed a piece of the flop to raise. Keep in mind a back door flush and bottom pair no kicker is a piece. I left the game winner but I’m not sure how much of one I was.

The waitresses here received a 4/3. The outfits they wear are ridiculous looking but they expose all the right parts. The talent level was not as high as other places but the outfits really helped.

After this we headed home, I think the walk between casinos was really helpful all night long. Each walk sobered my up a little and refreshed me for the next stop. All in all I finished the evening with $15 less than I started with. If I hadn’t bought the first round I would have made a profit for the evening-Damn. The pub crawl idea was fun and we decided to do the same thing after the show tomorrow.

I woke up Friday not hung over (yeah). Not much happened during the day; with the exception of the MGM adding a fourth wing using my 3 Card Poker losses. My buddy went to spend a little time with the family so I headed to the MGM Poker room before dinner.

The room is really nice and open. It is by far my favorite room to be in. I like the other rooms because they spread bigger games but they can’t match the MGM’s atmosphere. I wasn’t really bothered by the thumping from Studio 54 when I played here. I think it helps to drown out the bad beat stories that people feel required to tell.

I sat in 1/2nl 200 max game. I had high hopes for this game since the first orbit I was there my AK took down KQ. I bet and he raised all in on a flop of A85. Since he didn’t get running Queens and I didn’t get a bad beat story, my hand held up. You may not see a Queen on the flop, I didn’t either so I’m not sure what he was doing.

Sadly, this was the highlight of the game. It became a rockfest with no action. Even my KQ buddy didn’t play a lot. I racked up up $150 and left to get ready for dinner.

Friday’s dinner was at Shibuya inside MGM. The cuisine is Japanese and sushi. The food was pretty good but I was hoping it would be a little better. I have tried many sushi restaurants in the Seattle area and thought some of them were just as good if not better.

The service was good and overall I have no complaints about the place. 

After dinner my buddy, along with his wife, and myself went to see Penn and Teller. We took a cab out to the Rio and played a little blackjack before the show. I put down a couple of Captain and Cokes to make the show more enjoyable.

We had good seats on the lower level near the middle of the auditorium. The show was pretty good. I have never been a big fan of Penn and Teller but the show was entertaining from start to finish. I particularly liked the bashing of other Las Vegas acts by Penn. After the show we headed out to the taxi line to spend twenty boring minutes. The wait staff at the Rio gets a 3/4 on the scale.

We have the cab drop me and my buddy off at Caesars Palace. The wife heads back to the hotel for…I don’t know; I just want to party a little. We met another friend of my buddies who had just got into town.

We head to the pit and play a little Let it Ride. Of all the table games I hate Let it Ride the most. I usually break even but that consists of constant steady loss and then a big hit at the end. This time was no exception I go down about 90 before I hit a flush to leave with a small profit. We left soon because the service here was terrible. It was easily the worst service I had while in Vegas. I give them a 2/3 on the scale. We left after one drink and headed to the Mirage.

We sit at a Spanish 21 table that is right by the poker room. I can hear the poker room calling to me. It is easy to get distracted because the dealer at the Spanish 21 table was about the worst dealer I have ever seen. Every time she goes to get a card from the shoe she misses. Every card takes two or three pulls for here to get. We sit there long enough to get our drinks and then we pick them up and take off. Worst part was I was stuck when we left.

We moved several tables down to play 357 or 3 Card Poker. I don’t remember which one it was only that it was a 3 card game. It was easy to remember because not long after we started playing it was time for a dealer change. Guess who it was? It was our friend from the Spanish 21 table. Thank god the shuffler spit out 3 cards at a time. We played for awhile and then headed off.

Next stop was Treasure Island. I was playing table minimums, at the cheapest table around, at all the games we played since I hate to waste my money at pit games. The only open table was a $25 min so my buddy matched my buy in and we would split the win or loss. We played blackjack and got good service. The waitresses here get a 4/3 on my scale. I ended up exactly even so I consider it a win because I got to drink for free.

The real highlight was the watching the ladies go by. Our table was on the outside of the pit by a walkway. Turns out there were a ton of international Hawaiian Tropic models coming and going from the club nearby. There is plenty of eye candy all over the strip but this was definitely a step above the norm. I may have to take a trip to Ecuador if that is what the chicks look like there.

After TI we headed over to the Wynn. I don’t know if it is really nicer than the Bellagio but it definitely cleaner. I don’t know if they can keep it that clean for ever but if they can good for them. The clientele was a mix of high rollers and curious low rollers.

By now I have had enough table games and I say I am heading off to the poker room. My buddies go off to play something else.

I really liked the Wynn’s poker room. It wasn’t too crowded and the chairs were comfortable. Scotty Nguyen was walking around while I was playing. He looks just like he does on tv, although his wife looks a lot different. On tv his wife looks older and fatter with blond hair. In real life she is young and thin with dark hair. I can only assume it was his wife since they were making out in the hallway, classy.

I get seated right away in a 15/30 game. The high point of the game is a guy from Tennessee who is just a tad drunk. He is on my right and I have to tell him it’s his turn to act just about every time. Once I tell him it’s his turn, 80% of the time he asks how much he can bet. It is tough to tell if this is a good or bad thing.

On the good side he is too loose, too predictable, and not afraid to pay off with bottom pair. On the down side he was slowing the game down something fierce. As an added bonus this was pissing off most of the table. When I sat down he had about $2000 in front of him. He lost most of it then ran it back up, only to loose it all back in the end. Sadly I was unable to get anything going and finished down $200. By the time I was done it was 8:00am and time for bed.

Saturday I woke up around noon and headed out to get some lunch. I just wanted something quick so I went to the fast food Chinese place at the MGM. This was easily the worst Orange chicken I have ever had in my life. I only included this as a warning to anyone who may see this place and think…”I bet that food isn’t the worst in the world”. Nothing of note happened Saturday afternoon. 

For dinner we headed to CraftSteak in the MGM. This was the best meal I had on the trip. We got the Kobe beef tasting for the entire table. It was great. I think Kobe is Japanese for damn good steak. It is $110 a person but it is worth it if you enjoy a good meal. You get to try four different cuts of beef along with appetizers and dessert.

I had to make sure not to eat too much so I could party later. I washed it down with several drinks and some wine. 
While dinner was winding down I had to take a walk to get the blood flowing. I walked into one the shops in MGM to look around. I found a shirt I liked but it was $100. I’m not one to pay for a label but I figured if I’m going to loss money at casinos then I should have something to show for it. I talk myself into buying this shirt but they don’t have my size. By now I want a fancy new shirt, we are supposed to go to Studio 54 later. I end up finding a $200 shirt and get the salesman to take off 25%. So I spent $150 on a shirt for some reason that I’m still not sure of.

The salesman assured me that I looked good in the shirt and that the women would know how much it cost. This was after I bought the shirt though. That’s an interesting sales tatic, I guess it helps with buyers remorse.

 Before the club I head down to the MGM’s poker room for a little 4/8. I was buzzed so I didn’t want to play any NL. I don’t remember how long it took to get a seat but I assume it was quick because I didn’t get bored in my buzzed state. I sit at a table with a 4/8 all star line up.

There is a mix up gamblers and people who are trying to play good (they just are not doing a good job of it). I order a drink and $150 in chips and start up. Things go good and I am up. I am feeling happy and decide to get a massage from one of the ladies walking around the room.

I tell her she can have half the profit from all the pots I win while she is massaging me. I win 3 pots while this is going on, two of them were good sized. I can see the pained look on the tables face when I hand her a stack of blue after each pot. I think she was happy with the tip but didn’t extend the massage any, oh well.

By now I am feeling and running good. I suggest we add a kill to the game to make it more fun. Of course one person objects muttering something about how a kill screws up the game. I decide to have my own kill and raise blind after I will two pots in a row. Can’t spoil my fun!

I also got a compliment on my shirt (good) from a middle aged guy (not bad, just not my thing, not that there is anything wrong with that)

My plan for the evening was to get drunk playing 4/8 and then sober up while dancing at Studio 54. My friends put the kibosh on this when they tell me there are many, many VIPs at Studio 54. The wait at the VIP line is ridiculous. To further kill any fun my buddy and his wife decide that they are tired and going to bed. I immediately rack up and hope I can sober up on the way to the Bellagio.

To get to the Bellagio I take the monorail (what’s that word again?). The monorail is nice and quick. It is nice that it is new and clean. There was no stink of piss and vomit that I’m sure it will one day have.

Calling the new Bellagio poker room cramped is an understatement. This was bad but it was not the worst thing about the room.

The hostility and nastiness that players show each other and the staff is staggering. If you could bottle up pent up rage and feed it to our soldiers we could win any war in about 35 minutes. That’s if they don’t kill each other on the way to the war. Some of the highlights include:

A guy accusing the dealer of taking the wrong rake on every pot he wins. Of course he can’t do it in a nice way. I hope when a dealer snaps and shoots up the place they remember that I am always friendly and tip every hand I win.

A new player sits at the table that is behind me. He is a big guy, probably 6’5” and a mix of fat and muscle. I’m not exactly sure what happened but he is yelling by the first hand he plays. Not after the hand but during it. From what I can gather he had chips coming but got involved in a pot before they got there.

Apparently one or more people offered to spot him some chips until his arrived. I guess this distracted him and caused him to lose his concentration. The yelling continues until the floor comes over.

The grumbling continues for several more hands. I know the grumbling continues because he immediately gets a seat change. The open seat is the one that is directly behind mine, seat change please! He manages to bump into my chair about 100 times before an end seat opens for me. Did I mention the room is cramped?

Examples like this got a me a good laugh when I was at the MGM playing Let it ride. A couple sat down and played a little while when the subject of poker came up. The woman asked where the poker room was and I said “Just walk around looking for the most unhygienic grumpy people in the casino. They will have $2000 in front of them and be arguing about $1.” The dealer and the floor man laughed out loud at that one.

Back at the Bellagio I play until my table breaks. Four of us high card for 3 seats and I get a queen. I lost a king but beet the the two other players who drew 3’s. I left as they were arguing over which suit was higher.

The new table was great, the lineup was me, a loose playing lady who was at my table last night at the Wynn. She was nice and we talked a lot while we played. The 3 seat was a young guy who was trying to play well. Seat 4 was at least drunk and possibly crazy, more on him later. Seat 5 was an off duty dealer, nuff said. Round out the table with two gamblers and one guy who was constantly falling asleep.

The highlight of the night was the drunk/crazy guy flipping out. The 3rd hand I am at the table, me, crazy, and the guy two to my left get into a pot. Crazy bets the turn, I raise to knock out the remaining player and get a free showdown if I miss (pair plus flush draw). Third guy folds but crazy bets the river. I missed my flush so I muck. This hand was nothing exceptional and it was the first hand I had played.

The guy who I knocked out on the turn was asking what I had and why I raised, blah blah. This causes the crazy guy to stand up and yell,”You two are colluding and won’t get the rest of my money.” He stands up, picks up his chips and storms off while yelling about collusion.

We all laugh for awhile, crazy comes back by our table after cashing out and gives us the bird while yelling “You cheating mother fer’s can all suck my balls.” This cause me to laugh hard because he is so drunk. We play for awhile but I have to admit I was constantly looking over toward the door. I didn’t want to get sucker punched by this clown.

Twenty minutes later he comes back. We call the floor before he gets to our table and he is escorted out. More good vibes coming out of the Bellagio poker room. My theory is that it is built on an Indian burial ground.

I don’t want to stay up until 8:00 again so I set a stop time of 5:00am for myself. At 5:00 I am stuck $450. I think, well maybe one more hour and then I’ll head home. I can sleep for four or five hours and still be fresh. I admit that I may have a gambling problem and stay for a little while longer.

Three hands later I get KQs and raise two limpers. Two more callers and we see a QT3 flop five handed. Early limper bets, one call and I raise it. One cold call behind me and 4 of see a K on the turn. Early limper bets again, one fold, I raise. Another cold call from behind me and the limper calls. The three of us see a A on the river, perfect. It gets checked around. My two pair beets the limpers Q9s, he turned a diamond draw and a straight draw he would hate to hit. The cold caller behind me had KT for a turned two pair that she couldn’t bet. Glad I stayed for a little while longer.

Just a few hands later I am in the small blind with 88. Three or four limpers and then a late position raise. I think about raising to knock out some of the limpers but it is late and people are in the mood to call. In addition I don’t want to get 4 bet out of position. I heard Mike Sexton say these middle pairs are the hardest hands to play.

The flop comes 889. That’s a good flop for hand. There are two diamonds on board. I am first to act and I check. I don’t want to scare anybody out. When the action gets back to me I smooth call the $45 3 bet (Sweet). Around five see the turn which is a non diamond non straight card. I check raise the turn and we are four to the river. Again the river is a non diamond non straight card. The table lets out a collective sigh at not hitting their draws. I bet and get called. My quads notch his ace high.

I play for a little while longer rack up $400 ahead.

In Roy Cook’s Real Poker 2 he talks about going to bed early and then heading out to play around 3:00 am or so. I have to say this seems like a good idea. The later it got the looser the people got. The people who were stuck started playing a lot of hands to try and get even. I also recommend this book for everyone.

Sunday I am on my own for most of the day. I get up and have lunch at the Grand Wok in the MGM. This Asian food is 1000 times better than the fast food Chinese place. I had mixed seafood with noodles, it was very good. 
After that I headed back to the poker room for a little more 4/8. I sit down and start winning right away. I straddle twice spur a little action. I have to raise both my straddles since on one else will do it. I had AJo and KJo the two times I straddled and won both hands. Once again we couldn’t add a kill because it would wreck everything.

I sat across from a nice guy whose wife was sitting behind him. I could not play at my best because I spent so much time staring at her cans. She wasn’t fat but she wasn’t thin either. I don’t feel bad about looking at them because if she didn’t want to be looked at she wouldn’t have put them on display like that.

I play/drool for awhile and then head up to take a nap to prepare for my trip downtown. 

I got downtown at 5:15. I was alarmed at first because I thought al-Qaeda had dropped a depression bomb on downtown Vegas. I soon realized that is just the way it is down there during the day.

I go to the Golden Nugget and register for the 7:00 tournament. I head over the coffee shop at Binions for a little dinner. I have a $10 steak that I think I overpaid for.

While there I heard a guy say he was a professional poker player. His girlfriend wasn’t quite as good looking as the girl Scotty Nguyen was with at the Wynn. It turned out he was playing in the tournament too.

I had an hour to kill so I headed back to the Nugget and played some 1/2 NL no max buy in. I bought in for $250 and was good to go. After about 5 minutes of playing I decided that I may have to quite my job and move into a room in the Nugget to be near this game.

People would limp and call $10 raise with hands like K5o, J7o. There was a lot of talk about pot odds and pot committed when discussing pre flop play. I played until the tournament started and cashed out up $100.

The tournament is $135 buy in with one $100 rebuy and 1 $100 add on. Although you can use the add on as a rebuy if you bust twice before the rebuy period. The rounds are 30 minutes long and you start with 2,000 in chips. They only take 40 players so sign up early if you want to play.

I take my seat and see the pro from the coffee shop is at my table. There was only about two players at my table that I thought were any good. I’m not sure if the pro was good or not because he never played a hand. He had a friend there that was making fun of how tight he was. I raised his blind 4 out 5 orbits, someone else beat me to it the fifth time.

He made a comment about how I kept raising his blind and said we were going to lock horns in the future. I doubted it because if he ever came over the top of me I would throw most of my hands away.

I played pretty well in the middle of the tournament. I kept busy stealing and gradually grew my stack. With eight people left and 200k chips in play I had about 40k of them. I kept the throttle down and reraised a lot of opening bets. The “pro” new I was raising light but he would never do anything about it, except get mad and talk smack. He ended up busting out 7th, with only five spots paying.

When the sixth player busted I had 70k of the 200k chips. I was playing great, I could almost feel the first place money in my pocket.

As I collected the money for finishing in fifth place I realized I may have made some mistakes. I am so ashamed of what happened I refuse to write it out. I was the victim of a little bad luck but a majority of it was bad play.

I left the casino and got into a cab headed back to the strip. The cab driver had trouble understanding why I was so mad after making a $350 profit. This was by far the maddest I have ever been from playing poker. The worst part was I had no one to blame but myself.

Over all I liked the tournament and will play in it again the next time I head to Vegas.

To cheer myself up I told the cabbie to take me to the Mirage. By the time I got there I was calmed down. I was still depressed about my terrible finish but not enough to let it affect my play.

I get seated at a 10/20 table with a guy that I have played with many times in Seattle. The game is short handed and when it gets down to five people the game breaks. This happened about 30 minutes after I got there. There were two seats open in the other 10/20 game. I lost the draw and decided I was tired enough to head home.

I racked up my buy in plus $200. I headed home up $650 for the day and still felt bad about my tourney finish.

I headed back to the MGM but didn’t feel like going to bed. I found a seat at a bar that didn’t have anybody at it.

I was happy to see they had Fat Tire on draft and ordered up one. I was enjoying sitting by myself watching Stallone in Lock Up. The sound was not on but I’m not sure if that would have made the movie better or worse.

As I was people watching I made eye contact with a friendly looking lady, uh oh. She walked by but came back a few minutes later and sat next to me and started playing video poker at the bar.

Luckily a smooth talker moved in before she made her move on me. I eavesdropped on there conversation for awhile. He offered to buy her a drink so she ordered a Patron margarita. About this point it donned on me that he had no idea she was a prostitute.

I wanted to see the look on his face when he found out the cost of the drink wasn’t coming out of her price. She turned on a good sales show and convinced him to purchase (rent) her wares. The agreed to price was $125 for a blow job. At least she had a margarita to get the taste out of her mouth when they were finished.

The rub was they couldn’t go back to his room because of his friends. They decided to head for the parking lot and look for some privacy. Sounded like a good idea to me.

I hope things worked out for them. I thought about telling the guy for $30 more he could have a fancy shirt. I drank up and went to bed, alone but $125 dollars richer.

My flight was Monday night at 8:30 so I had some time to kill. I woke up and packed my stuff and checked out. I left my bags at the bell desk and got on the monorail. I rode it all the way to the end and got off at the Sahara.

I walked around in the heat to sweat out some of the collective toxins I had been collecting the past couple of days.

After a long walk I got back on the monorail and headed by to the Imperial Palace. It was time for my favorite Vegas lunch: the Burger Palace inside IP. They make a nice burger there.

I walk by the sports book and think about taking the Sonics since they showed so much heart in winning game 4. I then remembered I know very little about betting sports and I was leaving town that night. 

After lunch I wanted to try the day game at the Mirage that I have read so much about on this board. I was a little nervous I might be walking into a game full of grinders where it would be tough to make any money. I was soon relieved by the play of the aged patrons.

I immediately made friends by asking if there was a minimum age to play in this game. I got a couple of laughs and a couple of scowls and one confused look.

I don’t want to say I went card dead but even the old timers there called me tight. I told them I only play red aces the black ones never win, more scowls. All in all they played alright but they played far too predictable. A raise means AK or a pocket pair bigger than 8’s. This causes me to change my play a little.

I go down $400 on missed draws and missed flops and one horrible suck out. There is one guy who will play just about any hand and he has been hitting. The old guys aren’t fond of me but they really hate him. He rivered a gut shot and check raised my two pair, ouch.

I buy a new rack and look at my watch. My plane is coming and I need to get ahead. The first big hand comes when two limpers get raised by Mr. Predictable. One cold caller and I call in the small blind with 47 of hearts.

Go ahead and let me have it if you like. It was a big pot and I felt I could out play my opponents if I hit. The flop comes 542 with one heart. I think about leading out to get him to thin the field but I decide to check and see what the action is. The original raiser bets, crazy man calls, cold caller calls. I figure a check raise won’t drive anyone out and I will get three bet if I am way behind. I just call and the big blind folds.

The turn is the 3 of hearts. I check the rasier bets and crazy man raises. Cold caller folds and I start to think. I bet my soul the original raiser won’t three bet because he knows he is splitting the pot with crazy man. He will fold if he has a pair and not AK. I call the $40 and he just calls.

I really want a heart on the river but it is the beautiful 6 of clubs. I bet out and get two callers.

The old guy is severely upset by my turn call. He proceeds to tell me how bad I play. So I break out all my favorite lines: I tell him I play bad when I’m thinking about drinking. The waitress is there so I order a Captain and Coke on the spot. I tell him that liquor makes me play better.

I tell him I was on tilt because he sucked out on me on the flop.

He keeps on so I use a line that I stole from someone here. I say “I’m sorry I will play better from now on.”

Big pot, that helps. An orbit or two later I get pocket 5’s in the big blind. Several limpers then a raise from lp. I call as do all the limpers. The raiser is a young guy who bought in for only $300 and hadn’t played too many hands. He was down to about $250 when this hand started.

Five of us see a flop of Q52, yea! I think I misplayed this hand by checking the flop. As soon as I did it I realize I should have bet. The raiser is to my right and he bets. I just call so I don’t knock anyone out. This was a mistake in my opinion since there were two diamonds on the flop. I don’t remember how many of the limpers called.

The turn is a diamond, the 5 of diamonds in fact. I check again the raiser bets. I smooth call now because I want everyone to catch up if they are drawing to something. I don’t even remember what the river was. I bet out and everyone folds to the preflop raiser. After he raises me for the 6 time on the river I realize how lucky I got on the turn.

I say “Do you just want to get the rest of it in?” He takes me up on my offer and turns over QQ. The look on his face shows he never even considered that I might have quads. I felt bad for him but that’s poker.

I can believe I got quads twice in one weekend but I can’t believe I got big action on both of them. I figure at the rate I am getting quads I will be able to retire next month. I just need a poker book to tell me how to extract the most with them.

It was good that I got a couple of big hands since I didn’t win another hand of any size until I left. I cashed out a $30 loser. 

I flew home next to a young Mormon who didn’t drink or gamble. He said he still had fun in Vegas seeing shows and sight seeing. Good for him. All in all the trip cost me $230 dollars.

Short Version
I went to vegas, stayed at the MGM grand in a nice suite. I played poker at MGM, Bellagio, Mirage, Mandalay Bay, Golden Nugget, and the Wynn. I played great early in a tournament and then choked like a porn star at the end. I made money playing poker, I lost money playing table games. I bought a $200 shirt for $150. I found out at the MGM it is $125 for head from a hooker. I stayed up late and drank a lot. I had a good time

steamboatin · #2 05-04-2005, 10:25 PM

I can't believe I read the whole thing.

Now that is a Vegas trip report.

Stellastarr · #3 05-04-2005, 10:32 PM

I did too. I miss Vegas now.

slickpoppa · #4 05-04-2005, 10:37 PM

I see you've played Vegas trip report before

slickpoppa · #5 05-04-2005, 10:38 PM

Awesome avatar!

"I know the guy that owns this place!"

Gabe DV · #6 05-04-2005, 11:24 PM

Best trip report ever! i miss vegas and i was only there 3 weeks ago!

parade · #7 05-05-2005, 12:20 AM

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I can't believe I read the whole thing.

Now that is a Vegas trip report.

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Concurred. And I read the whole thing while I was playing online.....
One observation, for a guy who hates to play the pit games, you sure did play a lot of it. [img]/images/graemlins/smile.gif[/img]

flapjack · #8 05-05-2005, 01:01 AM

No kidding I would have made a nice profit if I had stayed away. I could have bought a $300 shirt and the hooker. Oh well.

flapjack · #9 05-05-2005, 01:04 AM

I can't believe anybody read the whole thing. That's why I color coded it.

I grew up in Kentucky and I go to Caesars when I am in town. I am planning a trip this summer. Maybe I'll see you and your fancy shirt there.

justin D · #10 05-05-2005, 01:42 AM

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When the sixth player busted I had 70k of the 200k chips. I was playing great, I could almost feel the first place money in my pocket.

As I collected the money for finishing in fifth place I realized I may have made some mistakes. I am so ashamed of what happened I refuse to write it out. I was the victim of a little bad luck but a majority of it was bad play.

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Nice report. That part was too funny.