Lucky Chances trip report.

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I'm writing this in lieu of the Vegas report that I'm not up to writing before I get some sleep.

Evan and I gave Jason_T a ride back to LA from Vegas. Apparently, I stop for gas too often, so Jason desperately tried to deflect attention from his nit moniker by calling me a "gas nit." I'm not sure how funny it will be in a non-automotive setting, but it was hilarious at the time.

Evan and I had planned to stay with a friend of mine from college, but that fell through, so Jason let us crash on the floor of the NitCave. We ended up staying up for two hours waiting for the pump for Jason's air mattress to charge before Evan realized he had been trying to switch it on the wrong way. Jason passed the time by showing us his exhaustive collection of math books and murder weapons.

Incidentally, Jason is a great guy. His posts don't do him justice; he's friendly, witty, and incredibly intelligent. On top of all that, he's got books about harmonic analysis next to his toilet. I'd try to date him, but apparently I'd have to get in line behind just about every woman we ran into this weekend. If that's being a nit, I've got to start playing more 1-3 stud.

Anyway, Evan and I finally get out of LA after having some surprisingly good pizza in Westwood. We follow Jason to the freeway, and he helpfully points and honks every time we pass a gas station. Bastard.

We get back to Berkeley in decent time, and realize that I don't have any groceries and that it's too late to eat anywhere but a casino or Denny's. I was a total luckbox in Vegas, so we decide to go to Lucky Chances so I can put money into my box and maybe play some short 20/40.

Evan gets carded by a rent a cop right after we walk in, but she's bad at carding and he doesn't get kicked out.

We eat crappy Lucky Chances food in the cafe.

We go back out to the cardroom to play. The big NL game is breaking, so the room has one 20 game, one 6/12 game, and a bunch of white chip games. Somehow, every game but the 20 is full with no list. We negotiate with the brush to figure out a way to get seated in the same game. We agree that I'll take a 20 seat and wait to get seated in whatever game Evan gets put in first.

Right as I'm buying into the 20 game, the shift manager comes over and cards us. He gives me my ID back, and I post in the CO. I win 3.5 bets. The next hand I lose 1 bet.

Apparently the shift manager is better at carding than the rent a cop, because Evan gets thrown out before I can play another hand.

If TT were writing this trip report, he'd let everyone know that my winrate for the trip was 37.5 BB/hr.

Evan is bad at Northern California.

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[J.A.Sucker]

You should know better than to eat the food at LC's. You're lucky to still be alive. It's far safer to walk around Oakland with your money hanging around your neck than to "keep safe" if it entails going to your box at LC's and stopping for a bite to eat.

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Last week in July, I'm gonna be there.

[jason_t]

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Last week in July, I'm gonna be there.

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Awesome.