Rageotones takes Vegas by storm...(1/4-1/7 TR)

[Riverman]

Any chance this is 2+2 wannabe on a new account.

[rageotones]

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Any chance this is 2+2 wannabe on a new account.

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Reged: 07/18/05

nope

[rageotones]

here we go...

part 16

so we talk to the guy who gets cabs for you about getting a cab, and he, of course, asks where we're headed. we say we don't know for sure yet, and it depends on where the cab driver will take us for free.

after some negotiation and dropping the guy a 5-spot, i'm still not sure how this all worked, we get into an escalade and have a guy that works at the hotel drive us out to scores. it's free, and he gives us 3 $25 free drink cards for the club. we have to pay cover, but we're pretty much getting the money right back in free drinks.

we arrive at scores, and i'm blown away. this isn't like any other strip club i've seen. there's a line to get in, but it looks like we're going to some badass upscale night club instead of a titty bar. there are guys in the line in suits with 2 hot chicks on either arm waiting to get in and stuff like that.

cover is $30 a piece, but i cover it for the 3 of us b/c hard rock just gave me $100 for sitting at their blackjack table for 10 minutes. again, it is MB, HF, and me going in to keep y'all up to speed.

we cards validated, and talk to the usher type guy about getting a table. i'm feeling kinda like a balla, so i ask him how much a bottle costs to get a nice table.

$350

ok, back to reality where i'm just a regular guy....no thanks.

we waltz in like we don't own the place...which is more like a casual stroll, and start looking around for a place to sit. this place is seriously PACKED. we can't find a place anywhere, so we just head up to the bar.

the deal was, for buying their way into the club, that either MB or HF had to do the actual "buying" of the drinks. since they were free, that just meant that they had to go get them. so while MB is ordering drinks, HF is walking around looking for a seat, and i'm just kind of scanning the place to get a good feel(the bar area is elevated a few steps).

if we'd have planned better, we could have gotten 3 drinks a piece with the cards, but due to the structure and prices, we only ended up getting a shot of patron and some whiskey and coke i think it was.

we take our drinks down, and i go into this other little room to check it out. a girl asks if i want a dance, i politely decline (i'm picky), and i finish my drink. this little room has some places to sit, but it's not where the action is.

after careful consideration (20 seconds or so), MB and i decide that this place sucks. who wants to be the young degenerate kids in the fancy club when we can go to a shadier joint and be the classy guys?

at some point, HF told us that he found some seats, but MB and i had already gone outside. we're ready to go have some fun and ready to get the attention we deserve (wanted or unwanted at this point doesn't really matter).

MB calls HF to meet us outside. he bitches a little, but not too much, and we get in line for a cab. screw scores.

[BGnight]

...screw scores.
So, I hope there is a strip club part deux coming. (along w/ a drunken late night poker sess.) [img]/images/graemlins/wink.gif[/img]

[rageotones]

part 17

warning: barely any more poker content for those of you looking for that

so we're waiting for a cab to leave scores and discussing where to go. i suggest crazy horse too b/c that's where i went when i turned 21 a few years back, and i remember good things. as we're in discussion we meet him...

"y'all no a place you can go and have some fun," says the Godfather of stripclubs himself(GFOSC).

"we're not sure, but we're going somewhere else b/c that place blew," we respond.

"yeah, you can't have any fun in there."

"well hey, hop in the cab with us, and we'll go somewhere better."

so we get in the cab, and negotiations ensue.

HF is in the front of the van talking to the cabbie about where he'll take us that we can get the best deal. MB and GFOSC are in the middle kinda just talking about stuff, and i'm just in the back kind of laughing at the whole situation.

GFOSC informs us that his wife thinks he's at casino X playing game Y(i'd hate some poor schmuck to get busted due to my carelessness). we're all like, "AWESOME."

so while HF is telling the cabbie that, "well, the other cabbie told us he'd take us to crazy horse and give us free drink cards..etc, etc," the GFOSC is getting all riled up about it.

he starts busting in on the conversation. he's asking the driver, "where can we go to have some 'fun'?" "that other place was [censored]. they wanted $400 just to..." blah blah blah. seriously, "where can i go to get my stick worked on?" and it just keeps escalating. i'm surprised he didn't have us just drop him off at the massage parlor.

so this guy really knows what he's doing apparently and knows what he wants, so i'm feeling worried about the whole crazy horse thing.

"man, it was good last time i went, but i don't know how good it'll be now," i tell him. i'm really not wanting to let down the Godfather here.

so, we've established that we're gonna go to CHII regardless, and the cabbie makes a call.

"ok, i can get y'all in free over there, but don't tell anyone."

"no problem," we all say (minus the few thousand that read this report).

we make it over there with another free cab ride, free cover, and 2-for-1 drink cards (3 or 4 of them).

we stroll in, and by the time the last one of us walk in, we're like, where's the Godfather.

upon being in the place for all of 10 seconds, he's already found himself a happy little mate, and they're sitting there chatting it up at the bar. he has a sly grin on his face, and you can tell that he approves.

[rageotones]

part 18

so we're at crazy horse too, and let me tell you something, those places roll over faster than....well, something fast happening.

seriously, i was there a few years ago, and there were hot girls everywhere. the place was packed, and it seemed like there were 3 girls for every 4 guys, 90% of them being hot.

well, not this time. it was a lot more run down, hot girls were few and far between, and we were getting all the attention...ship it.

before we can make it up to the bar, i've had to refuse 2 dances.

for the record, i've gone from feeling kinda crappy the whole day to feeling like pimp superfly. maybe the patron helped out.

while we're waiting for our drinks, another girl comes up, and asks if i want a dance. i do the best thing.... and lie about why i don't want one at the moment. but, instead of just accepting it, she stares into my sould and makes the right read. i totally cave and i'm like, "ok, i just don't want one from you," b/c she's already making me feel like an ass anyway for the b/s excuses. oh well...we got that cleared up.

so we go take our seats at the stage(MB, HF, and i...GFOSC is still at the bar), and get some one'dos. we have our drinks, and within a minute or two, i'm having a girl bury my head in her goodies. i love this place.

HF is getting drunk at this point, and he tends to get a little "abrasive" when he's been drinking. everyone is having fun, but he thinks it'd be fun to wad up a buck, and throw it at the girl on the stage. she throws it back at him like a champ, and i give her a few extra bucks for putting up with him.

he continues to be a jerk, and while it seems that this is going to get us into trouble, it ends up working out for a little good cop bad cop for later.

anyway, i'm drinking a beer, and one of the waitresses comes by(78 or so) to take away some empties. she goes to grab my bottle, and i quickly correct her.

"can i take this?"

"no thanks, i'm still working on it," i reply.

"well what can i take around here?"

"you can take anything else you want sweetheart."

"how about you home with me?" and she slyly walks away before i realize what just happened.

i do a double take, think "SHIP IT!"(i use this line way too much in day to day life...mostly in my head or to myself), and quickly tell my buddies what just happened.

they, of course, make nothing of it. i, however, was pretty pumped about the ordeal. she was definitely pretty cute.

so i'm unnecessarily feeling like a badass, and go to take a piss. on the way, i notice that GFOSC is no where to be found, and i have a quick laugh quietly to myself. on the way back, i see two girls sitting in chairs kind of behind us just chatting it up. one is the girl who had the dollar thrown at her by HF, and the other is this hot girl IMO. she's like a 99 in my state. not your typical 99 like supermodel, but my 99. she's really slender, nothing fake about her, dark tan, and really pretty smile. just one of those girls that really does it for me (i'd say she's definitely an 88 on average if you polled the audience).

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part 19

so i make a mental note of the girls who are pretty much right behind us, and retake my seat. after not too long, i run my game on them. this consists of me looking back their way a few times, making bried eye contact, and then looking away quickly.

since this never ever works on anything ever, i'm surprised when i hear one of girls(99) laughing. i ask what's so funny, and she makes a comment about how when she went to say i have pretty teeth, she accidentally said pretty tooth, and they got a kick out of it. anyway...ice breaker done....i move in.

i go back and sit with them and start chatting them up. HF is still at the stage, and MB has wondered off again with his lady friend.

so after talking with them a few minutes i realize, hey, i'm really enjoying this. i mean, we're actually really having good conversation, and it's not them just whoring for attention like it always is elsewhere. they ask me what i think of some of the ways the girls dance on stage while they make fun of them, and i finally get insider information on how the girls feel about tipping at the stage(it seems that a dollar here and there is perfectly acceptable and appreciated). i also learn that they don't like guys throwing wadded up dollars at them.

so, in the back of my head, i'm wondering what the catch is. they haven't asked me if i want a dance. they haven't offered anything. they're just relaxing with me for a bit. so, i get us a round of beers b/c i like giving stuff to people when they're not expecting it or asking.

i go to the bathroom again, and when i come back, HF has taken my seat next to 99's friend. she's cute herself, but i'm totally into the 99. anyway, i'm annoyed that he took my seat, but then 99 is like, "why don't you come sit here?" she gets up so i can have her seat and sits in my lap.

MB finally reappears, and we hang out a little longer. then, for some reason, i think it's a good idea to mention the time (MB and HF have to work the next day). all of a sudden, MB freaks out and is like, dude we have to go now.

damnit, i was having fun. i'm drunk and don't realize that i could just take a cab later by myself...then again, i'm pretty tired to.

so somehow or another, i end up getting 99's friends # from 99. apparently, they're going to be together, and she's going to give me her # later or something...i don't really remember. bottom line, 99 gives me her friends # and tells me to call her tomorrow(sunday) before i leave, and we'll try to grab something to eat or something. there is no real climax to the evening, which is a bummer i guess, but i leave feeling pretty happy.

i forget to mention that one of the times coming back from the bathroom, i see GFOSC coming back from the back room looking pretty happy/satisfied. he knows how to do it right.

i make a comment to the waitress before we go about what time she gets off or something, but don't really put in effort b/c i'm thinking of the 99 chick.

we grab a cab, are completely obnoxious, MB passes out in the back, HF smacks him in the face a few times....you know the usual drive back from the strip club in vegas.

i hope out at my hotel, and walk to the poker tables (approx. 5-5:30am).

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part 17
warning: barely any more poker content for those of you looking for that


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Trust me, that has nothing to do with why most of us are reading this. Keep writing!

[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)

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part 21

the alarm goes off way too early. i call to get a late checkout, and i get to stay until 1. this is good. i call back at noon, and ask if i can stay until 3 or 4 (my plane doesn't leave until 6 in the evening), and they say it'll be $60. WTF?!? i'm not paying 60 for 2 more hours out of principle. they say they'll transfer me to the rewards people to see if they can comp me the extra time.

i get transfered and talk to a lady, "sorry, we can't give you an extended stay, but you can maybe get a good price if you talk to the front desk." GAYYY!!!

i can't complain too much, b/c i got the rooms for free, but it still totally blows. i feel like complete [censored], and don't feel like having to wander around vegas for a few hours when i could be sleeping. oh well, the only way they're getting $60 out of me is by prying it from my cold, dead fingers....or showing me the way to the nearest blackjack table.

i pack up, skip the shower(i'll probably smell like stripper, but oh well), and take my bags to the holding spot. i decide to wander over to the bellagio b/c, even though i've been to vegas 5 times, i've still never played there.

i put my name on the 2/5 list, and go catch the brunch buffet(i'd never eaten there either).

after waiting in a long line, i get my seat. i get a plate that consists of:

1 small portion of scrambled eggs
1 slice pizza
6 shrimp w/cocktail sauce
2 pieces cali. roll

after washing it down w/some delicious oj, i can tell that the stomach isn't up to a full-fledged buffet at this point. i tip the waitress and go on my way. $29 well spent (including tip).

i go back to the poker room where there's a nice older lady brush (atypical from my experience). i look at the list, and notice i've been skipped over by like 2 places. DAMNIT. i explain politely that i just went to eat real quick, and i got passed by. i show her my name, and she tells me to go grab chips, and stand close by; she'll take care of me. AWESOME!!!

i go get 300 to test the waters, and get into a game immediately. i give the lady a redbird b/c i'm very appreciative of the gesture (i don't have a lot of time).

i forgot about this when i said there wasn't really much poker left

i get into 8-seat (i believe it's 10-handed there), and there's a nasty hand immediately when i sit down against a foreign guy(i think german) in the 10, and a dude in the 4. there's a board with KJTXX 3-spades, (third spade came on the turn, J came on the river), and the 10 has come over the top of 4's bet all-in (heads up). i read both hands perfectly, and 4 calls having rivered broadway whereas 10 turned the nut flush. 4 wishes he had my skillz.

after a minute, the 9 seat gets filled with a new guy. he buys in for 500, and am not really sure what to make of him at this point.

the first hand he's dealt in, i raise to 20 after a limper with QJs and he calls. i miss the low flop and c-bet for 30. 9 reraises to 60, and i fold. i immediately pull out 200 more out of my roll to put in my stack b/c i see that's how it's gonna be.

not too many hands later, i get into a big hand (remember my love for getting involved with weak hands pre-flop).

a gazillion people limp in, and i limp in with 43o in LP. the 9 raises to 20 in the CO, the button (german) cold-calls, and 3 more people call. there's 5 callers before me, so i throw in 15 more to take a 6-way flop in LP.

the flop is 8 [img]/images/graemlins/diamond.gif[/img]4 [img]/images/graemlins/club.gif[/img]4 [img]/images/graemlins/heart.gif[/img] SWEET

it checks to me, and i bet out 40 i think. 9 folds, german calls, everyone else folds. heads up to the turn.

2 [img]/images/graemlins/diamond.gif[/img]

i'm thinking that he might have like A8 or something or maybe a weak over-pair like TT, so i'm happy to have him along for the ride.

i bet 80, and he calls again.

river is the beautiful A [img]/images/graemlins/diamond.gif[/img]

while this puts 3 diamonds on the board, i'm pretty confident in my read that he was not drawing to a big hand like a flush. in fact, i'm really thinking this may have given him A's up so i throw my 2 $100 bills into the pot to which he responds all-in.

crap....maybe he did flop 8's full after all. oh well, i can't go back now...it's less than 100 more i think. i call.

he says, well, if you got 4 4's you got me, and flips over AA.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

my stomach drops as i see the 2-outter get pushed to him for around 800 or something...i dunno...i don't care at this point.

i pull out 400 out of my pocket, and steam for a second. i don't yell or cry or anything, but just sit there silently feeling sorry for myself. i fold Q2o the next hand with shaky hands still steaming pretty good.

2 hands after the stunning AA beats 34o hand, i get dealt 8 [img]/images/graemlins/heart.gif[/img]6 [img]/images/graemlins/heart.gif[/img] and limp in along with 3 or 4 more.

flop is J63, and it checks around.

turn 6.....BINGOOOOOO!

guy to my right checks, i bet like 30, he check-raises to 80, and i insta-tilty-steaming-all-in for my 400 something. he insta-non-tilty-calls and i'm like [censored], you have to be kidding me.

he turns over A6, and i sadly turn over 86.....but then i start to feel it. all of a sudden, i'm not worried, and casually enough, the 8 [img]/images/graemlins/diamond.gif[/img] comes off on the river for a $700+ pot. hey, at least i had 3 outs instead of 2 right?

i feel bad that it had to come at the expense of a different guy, but 2 hands later, and i'm in much better shape.

only significant hands i can remember after that are both TT.

one, i cold-call in the sb after a raise and flop a set. i get ZERO action.

two, i raise pre-flop, and a guy to my immediate left (i've moved to the 10 seat, so the 1 seat...i think a local) calls. flop is J-high with 2 clubs, and i bet out 40. he min-raises, and i'll have none of that. i re-raise to 205 total, and he folds.

i leave at this point only down 200 or so, and go get my stuff.