[rageotones]

part 20

so i stroll over to the poker tables with about 150 or so in my pocket. i buy in for all of it and take a seat. there's a guy to my right w/about 800 in front of him, and a guy 2 to my left that appears to be able to actually play.

the guy to my right tells me that 2 to my left guy (TTML) has been single handedly destroying the table since he sat down. he's built up to about 7 or 800 in about 30 mins. as he's telling me this, he busts the guy to my immediate left, and adds another 100 or so to his stack. i decide to get involved with him when i open with AJ, and he makes the call. i make a standard c-bet on the flop, and after he calls, i bet out 60 on the turn. he thinks for a while, and folds.

we're now down to 4 or 5, and we ask to be moved to fill another table. it doesn't really matter anyway, b/c i'm bored at this point, and take my money to the pai gao (sp?) table.

i make a couple of bets, and hit the worst run i've ever had getting like a K-high and Q-high PG in consecutive hands. i lose about 5 of the 7 hands i play, so i take the last 75 to the bj table next to it.

i bet 25, lose, and then bet 50 and lose. RIGGED.

well, it's about 6 am, i'm tired, i'm out of money that i planned on spending, and i have to leave the next day anyway. i head back up to my room for bed. and that's that.


pysch. i head up to my room to grab $300 b/c that's a good idea, and i head down to the green-chip bj table to even the score(picture a guy with this drunken, stern, i'm going to win for sure, confident but mean looking look on his face walking down the hall).

i get down to the table, and it's me in the 4 seat and 2 dudes in 1 and 2. everything starts off ok. i win a few, lose a few.

then, a chick comes down and fills the 3 seat (she'd been there already, but comes back i guess is what i meant). she's not hot, but a funny chick. we're drinking and having fun. at one point, i hit on a 16 like a pro and bust. i end up taking what would have given the dealer a 21 and beaten the table, and i'm like, "see guys, i took one for the team for y'all there."

and the 2 seat is like, "yeah, nice job," kind of lauging and in a good mood..."we were gonna kill ya, but not anymore..you're alright," in a slight new york accent.

no big deal at the time, but okaaaaaaay.

later, the 1 seat gets an 11 and doesn't double down.

"oh man, seriously, can i double down for you?" i say.

and all of the sudden, the chick kind of whispers to me, "seriously, you shouldn't do that."

ummmm...

"those guys were on the plane with me from new york, and they're pretty tough cats." or something to that effect.

so, i guess the killing thing wasn't a joke?

i don't really know what to make of this, but i guess maybe these guys are badass gangstas from NY, so i make a note to be friendlier than usual the rest of the time. a couple of times, when i go with my gut and make the non-correct play, i make sure to ask everyone first in the form of, "so seriously, i think i'm gonna stay this time, y'all cool with that?"

so after about an hour, i decide to cash out, and say, "alright everyone, i'm gonna head up to the room. i gotta crash."

the 2 seat replies, "yeah, i think we're gonna follow you. i mean, not to your room, but up to our room."

hahahahahaha (nervous laugh).

i take my purple, two blacks and change, and head to the cashier after tipping howard(the dealer) well.

so there you have it, i get back to my room with like $20 more than what i had when i went out that night(left with 380, came back to room and got 300, ended with 700 and change).

thank you for supporting my stripclub/drinking habbits bally's. i will forever [img]/images/graemlins/heart.gif[/img] you.

getting up tomorrow is gonna suck (it's about 7:30 am) at this point.

end of day 3 +1500 (+1900 for trip)