Toss\'s WSOP* Adventure (A Trip Report)
 

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You may remember me from such trip reports as Christmas in Vegas, The Second Donkening, and Commerce Baby!

If you've read any of my other trip reports, you know I love Vegas a lot. I have dreams of slinging chips, drinking booze, and stumbling about the strip with bottles of ice-cold beer in each hand. So when my friend calls me out of the blue last week on Monday, I'm deliriously elated and have my bags packed in 5 minutes. Five hours later I'm sitting at the bar in Primm Valley Casino (Buffalo Bill area). The parking lot was pizza-oven hot and it was 3AM in the f**king morning! But like any other casino it's uncomfortably cold inside. The place is also empty. The bartender decides to be awesome and gives us free drinks. I toss him a fiver while I take my first sip of Red-Bull & Vodka: my favorite get-drunk-quick drink. My three friends order Midori Sours (pussies!) We're having a blast losing cash at video poker until 40-something degen sits next to us and starts spewing out nonsense. He says he owns a hotel (sure Bob), knows how to beat video poker (whatever), and points out which seats are hot. He gets close to my friend's ear and whispers "That seat that woman is sitting in. That's the one you want to play. If only that b**ch wasn't sitting there." And it's time to leave. My friends call it a night and I make my way to Primm's crummy-ass poker room.

2-6 Spread limit was the only table that was running. I buy $200 worth of blues from a very bored floorman and take a seat to the left of the most degen looking of the group... might as well sit in a random seat. Table is composed of the usual: two old-timers, 3 middle-aged, 2 young-uns, and a skinny Asian kid (Toss). They also look tired as hell. In my last two Vegas trips I lost a ton in poker; partly due to running bad and partly due to drunken monkey tilt. So to avoid repeating my past mistakes, I play a tight-solid game. 76s? I don't need play this early position. ATo? might as well fold since all the pots are 5-way+. I'm playing tight-solid poker -- hell I'll fold all night if I have to. Don't need to do anything stupid. What's this? I straddled UTG? When did I do that? Might as well 3-bet blind. 5 to the flop and a lot of chips in the middle. Board comes AJ6r. I look at my cards to find A7o. I value bet every street and immediately flip over my cards. One of the old-timers show A5o and shakes his head while saying "Can't believe you played that hand." Hah! I drag a huge pot and toss a handful of chips at the dealer. The dealer asks, "For me?" I say, "For putting the ace out there."

The rest of the session goes uneventfully. I leave the table up $60, 2 Red-Bull and Vodkas, 4 Newcastles, an OJ, and a water. I get into bed and close my eyes.

Five minutes later I'm sitting at the Blackjack table flat-betting the $3 minimum. How can I sleep in Vegas? It's hard to have a good Blackjack story betting mere dollars at 5AM in the morning with some old fart so I'll skip to the strip. I snooze very lightly for 15 minutes in the car and wake up to see Chipotle -- home of the gut-busting burrito. I'm still feeling it from last night so I order a meatless salad. My friends all get burritos and they all somehow manage to finish it. We speculate on whether it's possible to finish two and I try to start bets; alas, no bets are made since none of my friends are degenerate as I am.

The Imperial Palace, what can I say. It's on the strip, it's cheap, and the shower has good pressure. Excellent choice for the balla on a budget. My only complaint is the distance from the parking lot to the casino floor; unjustifiably long. Maybe that's why it's getting torn down soon. As we walk through the casino floor we come across the "Dealertainers" they're oh-so-famous for.

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Geebus it's like a car accident on the freeway. We walk, we slow-down, and we gawk at the ridiculous get-up they're in. If I ever had this for I living, I would probably set myself on fire then jump on a bridge. Anyway, nothing happens until night.

The cabbie was a thirty-something Indian guy originally from LA. He regrets moving here. "It's a great city to visit, but a horrible to place to live." Can this statement be any truer? I ask him what he thinks the standard tip should be. "Anything is fine. I don't care if it's only 20 cents. I know some cab drivers get angry at less than $3, but a tip is a tip." As he talks he uses the standard Indian hand gestures and contorted facial expressions. I ask him about what it's like to be a cabbie. "Very stressful job. You have people throwing up in your car, you have other drivers flipping you off, you got the company taking all your money. It's a very hard job to do. Some months you get very little tips and some months you get a lot. That's why I think so many cab drivers are so mad all the time." Just like poker player amirite? I pay $15 for a $10 ride and we head upstairs to the Ghost Bar.

Part 2 (Ghostbar and craps) to follow tomorrow.

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Why would you spend ANY time in Primm? I can almost understand doing the IP thing, but why waste time at Primm?

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If this is anything like your previous TRs, this should be a great read.

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hope pt II is up by my lunch break [img]/images/graemlins/smile.gif[/img]

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good so far

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For someone reason I'm not going to bother to research, the Ghostbar skips the 54th floor right to the 55th floor. Elevators are the only ways in and out; I guess it adds to the mystique of the place or whatever. It's eleven o'clock, but we get in easily since it's a freakin' Tuesday. The club is dark and loud with only the combined residual lights of the rest of Vegas to light your path. Did I mention it has a spectacular view?

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Well you can't really tell in this picture, but you're just going to have to take my word for it. We take a seat at an empty table and one of my friend orders the first round of drinks: four Adios. If you don't know what an Adios is, you're missing out. 95% various hard liquors, 4% soda water, and 1% blue means it'll get you drunk. I inhale mines while my friends wait for the ice to melt. I scope out the crowd and judging by the silhouettes, at least 75% of the people are guys -- a major beat indeed. My friend assures me that it's much better on the weekend; they'll straight up tell a group of friends that the girls can go up while the guys can go jackoff downstairs. My friends manage to finish their drinks so I buy another round. Something I've learned on this trip: It's a lot easier to drink a $12 cocktail instead of that Dr. Pepper and SoCo back in your hotel room. I drank every single drop, ate all the ice, and started chewing at the plastic cup. Fifty feck-ing dollars for four drinks means you better make it count.

I have a good buzz going (I've been drinking all day too) so I feel like making a fool out of myself on the dance floor. My buddy tells me, "If we see two chicks together, we're definitely going to dance with them." We wait and wait but don't see any spots. That'll happen when the ratio of dicks to chicks is 3 to 1. When we finally see an open spot (two girls freaking each other) I motion my buddy to get up. "Dude, they're like a full foot taller than us, I can't." That was true and I only notice the fact after my friend tells me so. I sit back down -- yeah I'm a pussy. I order a third round to build my courage, but my friends can't take anymore. The other Asian of our quartet has a purple face; the dark-blue strobe light plus his bright red face was the reason. He goes to throw up while the girl of our group makes sure he doesn't trip on the way there. Two women with large breast walk by our table and notice an the skinny little asian kid and an Armenian sitting all by themselves. Next thing I know I have two melons draped over my head... yes they were heavy. Anymore and my neck would break. "Free lapdances, bring your friends", she says in that sultry stripper speak. Then they scurry off they find their next targets. Didn't enjoy the [censored] on my head one bit; guess I'm not one of those cash-to-touch-my-fun-parts kind of guys.

We're back downstairs. The cheese pizza I had for dinner is resurfacing in my mouth but I'm pushing it back down like an expert. What to do, what to do? Ahah! Is that a craps table I see? I drag my friends over to one side of the table. Craps Rule #1: It's impossible to explain someone how craps works. They just have to see with their own eyes. Shooter craps and I pick up the dice. "All you got to do is roll the dice", I say. $10 on the passline and I let the dice fly. A six is my point. Craps Rule #2: You must believe in the heart of the dice in order to make your points. I believe with all my heart so I end up making my point. EZ money. Craps Rule #3: Never try to force an outcome. Place your trust in the dice and they'll take care of the rest. I yell out "7,11,shipithollaballa!" and the dice punished me with snake eyes instead. I prod my friends into rolling the bones and they eventually do. All three of crap out after 2 or 3 rolls. They didn't believe in the heart of the dice.

The cabbie was an African man who spent most of the ride on his cell phone. The total is something like $8.80. I paid with a twenty and ask for $9 back. He pulls out $8 and fake-searches for another dollar. I stupidly oblige and tell him it's okay.

Everyone is dead tired. We all fall asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillow.

Next part: The Wynn Buffet and poker at the palace.

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Toss, your trip reports are the best. I can't wait to read the rest

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I fully expect to see a late night movie on Cinemax some night called "Adventures in Toss Vegas!" based solely on Toss' trip reports.

Of course I will DVR it so I can watch it over and over.

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We wake up completely refreshed despite last night's binge-fest. I remember drinking 5 Adios (my friends couldn't do a third round) and I was constantly drinking the whole day too. Surprisingly I did not vomit; just need to fade one more day and I'll have a non-vomit Vegas trip! Everyone else is hungry so we head to the best buffet in town: Circus Circus breakfast buffet... like hell we did. We went straight to the Wynn buffet. This Wynn guy really knows what he's doing. A hotel building that screams luxury, fancy-ass restrooms, and a godly buffet, if anyone says differently may he get hit in the crotch by a football. The staff is spectacular, the decor can't be match, the food is way too good for a buffet. I could eat 5 or 6 bowls of sweet potato pudding alone and the $25 price would be worth it. The roast beef gushed with flavorful blood and juices. The coconut ice cream paired with crushed butterfinger topping is almost enough to make you orgasm. I usually don't eat a lot in Vegas (I've always been like that), but I put away 4 dishes easy. After the meal we leaned back in our chairs and stared blissfully at the ceiling. One of my friend works a minimum wage job meaning it would take about 4 hours of work to pay for this meal. He said it was well worth it.

After hobbling out of The Buffet, I decide to give a little back to the Wynn and visit their restroom. Wynn's restroom... I felt like a king taking a dump. Marble everywhere you see, no hint of poop or piss stains anywhere, and it smells goot too. Stalls are separated in a way so you never hear that guy trying to pass a brick out of his ass. Wynn could charge $5 and I'd gladly pay for the pleasure. I could go on and on about the rest of Wynn, but I won't. You'll just have to see for yourself.

From Wynn to Circus Circus. Not as startling as my transition from Wynn to Stratosphere, but you get the point. It's like going from top-shelf booze at the titty bar to guzzling cheap cologne in dark dirty alley. We go find some carnival games because that's the only reason we would come here. The horse racing game with the balls. You know the one I'm talking about; roll a ball into some holes and have your horse finish first to win a prize. I hate that game so much just because I can never win. The girl of our group wins every single time, probably because she cheated. Yeah I'm bitter. We play more stupid rigged carnival games and I drop $20 pretty easily.

Ahh craps, how I love thee. You aren't rigged like those stupid carny games. We find a table downstairs and I order a Newcastle. They don't have that. Sam Adams? Nope. Any sort of brown ale? You wish. A Corona? Ding ding ding! More proof that the booze they serve matches with the clientèle. Craps Rule #5: Always bet the passline and back for full odds when a degenerate is rolling. A guy with a mullet and a Nascar racing cap grabs two of the five dice after placing a redbird on the passline. I also put down a redbird on the passline. He rolls the dice while shouting something degenerate. I couldn't tell what he was saying, but the way he said it was degenerate, I can tell you that much. He rolls a seven and I clap my hands once like a retarded seal. That's how I like to celebrate my gambling wins. He rolls a ten this time. I back for full odds and buy the six and the eight because I believe in my heart that he'll go on a heater; he ended rolling for more than 30 minutes. The table has swelled from 5 or 6 random people to 25+ degens high on action. My hands are sore from clapping so much. I'm up a couple hundred with only $6 on 8 and 6 plus the passline bets too. I have no idea how people running the craps table take care of all the bets. Chips were flying everywhere onto each and every one of the betting spaces. The craps jargon was being thrown around as much as the chips. The redneck shooter received a solid round of applause after he finally crapped out. In short, you haven't lived until you've been at a craps table with a red-hot shooter.

Next part: Sport betting. Monkey tilt poker.

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He rolls a seven and I clap my hands once like a retarded seal.

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Very nice.

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e is for epic.

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Inspiring! I look forward to the next part.

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lmao,

hop the rocks, 7 come 11, $5 yo, $2 hi lo, press the 5 and 9 and shooter beat those dice like it was your d***.

Nothing like the craps table.

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lmao,

hop the rocks, 7 come 11, $5 yo, $2 hi lo, press the 5 and 9 and shooter beat those dice like it was your d***.

Nothing like the craps table.

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Exactly!!! Really adds to the experience. I would type up the next part right now, but I'm tired as hell from work. I'll finish up by Friday night or Saturday morning.

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the only time i have played craps was when i taught myself the game at an online site. i can imagine how epic a hot shooter in real life would be. everybody together rooting him on. especially if you believe in your heart.

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Good stuff.

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HI-larious!!!

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I NEED MORE

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This thread delivers.

Going back to read your old TRs now. Keep 'em coming.

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*2-6 Spread limit was the only table that was running. I buy $200 worth of blues from a very bored floorman and take a seat to the left of the most degen looking of the group... might as well sit in a random seat. Table is composed of the usual: two old-timers, 3 middle-aged, 2 young-uns, and a skinny Asian kid (Toss). They also look tired as hell. In my last two Vegas trips I lost a ton in poker; partly due to running bad and partly due to drunken monkey tilt. So to avoid repeating my past mistakes, I play a tight-solid game. 76s? I don't need play this early position. ATo? might as well fold since all the pots are 5-way+. I'm playing tight-solid poker -- hell I'll fold all night if I have to. Don't need to do anything stupid. What's this? I straddled UTG? When did I do that? Might as well 3-bet blind. 5 to the flop and a lot of chips in the middle.

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Dang. My poker cherry wasp popped at Buffalo Bills in the spread limit game, 2004. 5 to the flop is way too few. We were 7 handed most of the time. It was fun, even though I was the fish, great fun.

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The Sports bar at Imperial Palace is surprisingly large, but unsurprisingly empty. My Chinese friend needs to make a few 7-team parlays for some people back home. I decide to bet $10 on an 8-team parlay (baseball) just to one-up him, and hey, $10 to win $417 ain't bad. After what seems like an hour the cocktail waitress swings by; we all order Midori Sours. If you have a lavender scented vag, then this drink is for you. Tastes great but it has less alcohol than a cup of Scope. So the Twins are down like 11-0 (there goes my eight-team parlay) and we leave the Sports bar to find something else to burn money on.

We play craps and we run ice-cold. Friends go upstairs, but I stay downstairs to checkout the pokerroom.

The pokerroom is what I expected. Not really a room, no frills, and low limits. I buy-in for 100BBs at 200NL (yay Vegas) and scope out the competition... I'll just assume they're all donkeys for now. The session started off well enough. I make an easy lay down with top two versus an obvious turned flush, I resist the temptation to isolate the limpers with junk, and I order beer instead of hard liquor. Then I get it all in preflop with KK and lose to AA. Only $100 left in my pocket. I go the ATM and withdraw $600 (max) with a $5 and probably more fees on my bank's side. I plop down 30 twenty dollar bills on the felt and say, "It's time to play." They only let me buy-in for 100BBs. I raise 65o to $25 early position and it's 3 to the flop. J62, I have a pair. Someone donks, I push All in, he calls with TP/TK and I show. Rebuy. I raise very next hand with A2o and get like 5 callers. Flop is 246 and I lead. Some donk minraises and I call. Turn is a 2 giving me trips. I checkraise him AI and he calls with who knows what. Stack is $500. I straddle UTG, everyone folds(?!?) to the button who calls, I push AI. She angrily squeaks, "You want my $4 that bad?!" and mucks while giving me the evil eye. I shrug. I decide to slowdown and limp Q8o in late position. 6 to the flop of Q95 all spades. Checked to me, I bet pot, girl who is angry at me calls. Turn is 8 not a spade. I bet, she calls. River is 8 of spades haha. I push and she stares me down. I remain still with a silly smile on my face and long island ice tea swiveling in my right hand. She calls and confidently asks "What you got?" I turn over my full house. She is angry. Stack up to $700ish, back to even.

Now I could've quit here and rejoin my friends up in the hotel room. I could've tightened way the hell up and watch them pay me off with garbage. I could've stop ordering rubbing alcohol on the rocks and switch to something a little bit lighter. I didn't

I straddle UTG and 5 donks limp. I look at my cards to find ATo so naturally I push out a stack of red ($100) into the middle. Folded to the Button who calls... he has me covered. Oh s**t Flop is Q72r. Such a dry board right? Silly not to take stab right? I move out two stacks of red into the middle. He thinks for 2 seconds than minraises. Oh my flying f**k, what did I just f**king do, did I just f**king donk off 1.5 buyins in one hand on a pure braindead bluff? I did just bluff off $300 benjamins on the retardo bluff on the century. I hollywood for a few seconds, you know just to protect my solid tight image, and muck my hand. The girl who is angry out me smiles. Stack down to $400. I try to play tight. I do. I lose another $100 in a way I don't remember for things are blurry. Not because I'm drunk because I'm very angry at myself. A lot more angry than if I lost my cash at Blackjack or Roullete. You see, it's one thing to burn money at the pit, but it's entirely different when you're turning your bread-and-butter into cash-giveaway session. I'm supposed to make money at poker, not donk it off to donkeys. That's like going to the zoo just to have the monkeys fling poo at you. My friends swing back and I make a very smart decision and cash out. They ask how I did. I tell them that I played poorly. They understand enough not to probe further.

We seriously consider going back to the Wynn buffet for dinner, but head towards the Grand Lux instead; that place where we eat last time in my last Vegas trip report. We take the car instead of a cabbie to Luxor because thats where the Grand Lux would be right? Nope, the Grand Lux is at the Venetian. No matter, we find a cafe there anyways. I continue pickling my liver by ordering a bloodymary (I love spicy things) and a glass of sparkling champagne. I inhale both and barely touch my clam chowder. Friends order sandwiches (I swear they always order sandwiches) but lay off the booze. I try to get them to drink because it's no fun being the only one drunk; alas, I fail and no additional booze is ordered. The meal is crap compared to the Wynn Buffet (god I want to go there right now) and we leave to gambol some more. Craps with a $10 minimum? Too rich for my blood! $10 Roullete? Where the hell is the 50cent roullete I've been hearing about? (My brother now tells me it only exists downtown.) $15 Blackjack? You crazy mang? That's like 3 work hours a hand for my non-balla friends. Instead of gambling we aimlessly head back towards the Imperial Palace.

My friends are tired. I'm tired. But I have a job to do. Chase losses at poker room downstairs haha.

Next Part: The critical session. Will Toss make back his money?

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The answer is HELL F**KING NO! Stay tuned!

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your friends suck

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Damn dude you sound like me when I went to Vegas last March. I'm pretty sure I must be the alltime biggest loser playing pai gow at hooters. Thank god I'm on the wagon now.

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How could you go to Vegas with a bunch of nits? They coulda stayed home if they weren't gonna drink and gambooool it up!

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Classic Toss Material

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The other Asian of our quartet has a purple face; the dark-blue strobe light plus his bright red face was the reason.



Being asian myself, and also suffering from 'purple face syndrome', I find this absolutely fkn hilarious. Excellent report...

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After blowing off some steam with my friends, I head back to the poker room while my friends sleep (it's 4 in the morning afterall). I had only one thing on my mind and that was to play the best poker I possibly could. There would be no tilting. I would have no drinks. I would take in every detail no matter how small or seemingly useless. I was going to play my hardest. I even had my Barry Greenstein LOL DONKAMENTS shirt on. I find a seat at the very same table and start my observations. I figured out who was playing too loose, who was playing too tight, who was overagressive. I also looked for physical tells. Why are those old man's eyes blinking independently? Is tall guy in seat 2 really sleeping in between hands or is it an act? Is that fat guy scratching is crotch for everyone to see? I suck in an enormous amount of information and utilize in the best way I can. I pick up KK and trap the guy who's been playing for 17 hours now (or so the guy sitting next to me says). I pick up small pots despite the table's predilection for not folding. I send out reverse tells as best as I can. Before I know it, my stack is at a healthy $500; however, the table is now shorthanded and the rake remains at $5 a hand. The two tables that a running combine to form one and we're full again. I redouble my info gathering on the new players. The nerdy looking guy is playing real tight. Slick hair is an aggro donk. The old tourist with a Hawaiian shirt is calling huge bets with weakass hands; he'll be my primary target.

I've been playing pretty tight preflop and aggressive postflop for about an hour now. My stack is hoevering around $500. I raise KK in middle position I get several callers including the old tourist. Flop is T62r. I bet pot, shortstack calls all in, old tourist calls as well. Turn is a 3. I valuebet 3/4 pot and old tourist calls. River is a 4 making a onecard straight possible. Old tourist checks so I doubt he has the straight. I make thin and small valuebet of $75. Old tourist gets an aggressive look on his face and checkraises to $175. He's been calling with a lot of junk. I'm certain he backed into runner runner straight and I confidently fold. He flips over JJ. My heart sinks into my stomach. I forget to breathe. The best way I can describe how I felt at that moment is by making a comparison. Imagine you accidentally set your lottery ticket on fire. My mind tries to process what just happen here. Did I just get out-f**kin-played to the max by a f**king fish in a Hawaiian shirt? Did he out play me? Him?!?! My stack is barely over $200 now, that's what I bought in for. Then it gets worse. Old tourist says, "Well I thought had the Ten and JJ beats that so..." I don't hear anything else after that. I only hear a dull ring as I struggle to recollect myself. What do I do? I sure as hell can't go to sleep now. Should I stab him in the parking lot? What the hell am I thinking?!? Go play blackjack and ask for blackchips only? That's suicide. I somehow manage to pull myself together and keep my tilt under control; however, I end up playing very tight and unimaginative. It's all I can do for now.

It's 7'oclock in the morning. My stack is now at $350 thanks to the horrible play. I'm very tired, but my edge was very great so I played. I raise to $18 (9x the BB) with AQs in middle position and get called by several players including the old tourist. Flop is Q[img]/images/graemlins/spade.gif[/img]T[img]/images/graemlins/heart.gif[/img]5[img]/images/graemlins/spade.gif[/img] and I fire out pot. Two callers including the old tourist. Guy before me goes all-in. I push all-in. Old tourist calls. He has J[img]/images/graemlins/spade.gif[/img]T[img]/images/graemlins/spade.gif[/img]. River is not a spade. It's a Ten. He made trips. I lost my stack. Misery. I can't quit because I still have money in my pocket. Someone says something about a bad beat. I shrug my shoulders and say "It happens", I don't know how I did it, it's like I've practiced everyday saying, "It happens", and I did it by autopilot. Misery. Old tourist has well over $2000 in chips now. He orders a Newcastle. I can't hate him if he like Newcastle. He was very nice at the table too. He tried to give me my chips back. I want to f**king kill him I bite down my lips because I'm surprised at myself. Maybe not. All I know is that sometimes I get an intense murderous rage and it often surfaces out of nowhere. It can be over small stupid things. It can be over racism or bad treatment. It can happen when I'm 8-tabling at Full Tilt. Then I say "Hey, lets flip for stacks." The chiprunner had brought my 40 red chips. I guess I was on auto-rebuy. "Hey, give me a chance to make my money back, lets flip." Old tourist doesn't hear me. He was talking to someone else. The guy next to me looks at me with a worried face. My play gets sloppy.

3 new face have shown up, they're all buddies from Ireland and man can they drink. They all have shaved heads and sport muscular builds. They find interesting and creative ways to incorporate F-bombs into every sentence; the dealer reprimands them although he's clearly enjoying their table antics. They tip from each other stacks and don't waste an opportunity to the other's testicular fortitude. And boy do they use a lot of jargon that I don't understand. No way I can hope to replicate that through these typed words. I would be enjoying it a lot more if I wasn't dead tired. I'm only here because the old tourist is still here. I don't care that he's sobered up. I don't care that he's playing tight now. I only have one goal. My stack is only $130 from unsuccessful C-bets on the flop. I raise to $20 with TT versus and a few limpers, only one of them calls. I push a K65 flop because villain calls with any piece. He has two pieces of this flop (65 for two pair). I reach into my pocket, but there isn't anymore $100 bills. I go to the ATM, I go buy more chips, and I sit back down.

It's nine in the morning now. I can't see it, but the sun is up and heating the hell out of the strip. I've been folding junk and not playing. The Irish guys are still drinking and still talking with their rapid-fire jargon. One of their friends almost gets into a fight outside the pokerroom. I fold junk some more. My glass frames are digging painfully into the top of my ear and the bridge of my nose. I see nine nine in the big blind. I raise it big and one guy calls. Flop is 876 and villain donks into me. I don't even know how much he bets and make an I-don't-care-anymore push. He has 85 and my hand holds up. Stack is at $350ish now. If I double-up twice I'll only be down a couple hundred. Everything suddenly hurts a lot more. I squeeze out a few more hands of play before I wave the white flag. The old tourist takes this round. Keep the money. I don't need it anyway. I cashout and head upstairs.

One hour of tortured sleep. I kept on jerking up in my bed at the slightest noise. My friend's snore. The air conditioner starting up again. The alarm clock. I wake up for good even though I might've not slept at all. I still feel sick inside, but I know well-enough that it'll go away. Time is all I need.

It's time to go home. My bags are heavy, that's the last time I bring my Dell 9300. I close my eyes in the car, but sleep doesn't come. Instead I blankly stare out into the hot dry desert. Buffalo Bills will be are last stop in Nevada. We end up carousing the mall and my friend finds some good deals on some polos. We build an appetite shopping so make a stop at the food court. I order a very solid stir-fry chicken with Louisiana-based bbq sauce. Plus a three item dish only cost $5.25 after tax. It was delicious. I also order a cherry lemonade from that Hot-Dog on a Stick place. Large of course. Delicious. One of my friends order from the same place as me. He goes back from another plate. The other two order from Vegas Burger. Bad beat. Looks like the kind of burger I would throw together at home. We chill for a few moments before heading into the 140 degrees parking lot. The car seats (leather) are hot enough to take your skin off. As we drove back home, I thought back to our ride here under the dark desert sky heavy with stars. I peered at the rest of the stars of our Milky Way Galaxy. Only in the desert or high in the mountains can you see the stars like this. Then I realized that it didn't matter that Vegas was our destination. The destination didn't matter. What mattered was that I was going on a trip and that I was going to have a blast with some close friends.

Thanks for reading. Hopefully I didn't get too long-winded in this report. I had to exert myself for this report unlike the others in which the story simply flowed out. Now for some Fun Facts.

Fun Facts:

Money lost: <font color="red">$1200</font>
Buy-ins down at Vegas 200NL: 12 or 13ish
Hours slept: 7~8 over 3 days.
Favorite drink: Ice cold Newcastle.
Favorite meal: Wynn Buffet!!!
Next Vegas Trip: August... Oh s**t I only have a month to grind up a live bankroll.

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Toss, baby, I love the trip reports but your drink choices are downright embarrassing. Midori Sours? Adios? Goldschlager? Please, when you have the inclination to write "Malibu Bay Breeze with Vodka" just spell it "bourbon" or "beer". Otherwise I need your home address to send you a box of tiny paper umbrellas.

Rock steady,

Spleener

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Don't be an umbrella-hater. If a drink has little pieces of fruit with it, order it up!

Toss, great report, appreciate the effort.

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wouldn't it be funny if the Tourist in the Hawaian shirtwas a lurker and wrote a trip report about a young drunk playing NL?

I would submit for your consideration, those free drinks are really quite expensive.

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A+++++++

Would read again! I am heading there in 4 days, and am going to try my first newcastle out there, you talked me into it. [img]/images/graemlins/grin.gif[/img]

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Did I mention that the cherry was skewered onto a small plastic sword? I'll try to drink more conservative drinks next time. (Probably not)

Iplayragstoo: Any day I convince someone to try Newcastle is a good day. Make sure it's icecold.

Thahero: The way I wrote the story may make my friends seem nitty but they're not. They gamboled it up with me at the craps table and drank their more than their fair share of booze.f

Steamboatin: The drinks are bad for me? But, but, how will I offset the rake?!?

Dianarossfan: I highly doubt you were the fish in that 2-6 Spread Limit at Primm.

GTL: Add "be part of an insanely hot craps table" to your list of things to accomplish in life.

Re: Toss\'s WSOP* Adventure (A Trip Report)
 

Very nicely done sir!

Re: Toss\'s WSOP* Adventure (A Trip Report)
 

Great trip report, toss!!

I appreciate the effort you put into typing this up. At my typing speed it would take me almost as long to type that report as it would to live through it.

Re: Toss\'s WSOP* Adventure (A Trip Report)
 

good report but...

u suck @ poker dude. did u expect to put in a good session sleep deprived and hungover?

You have major tilt issues too, pushing 10-10 on a K high board, wtf?

i'm surprised u only lost 6 buy-ins at 1/2NL and not 16 lol

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good report but...

u suck @ poker dude. did u expect to put in a good session sleep deprived and hungover?

You have major tilt issues too, pushing 10-10 on a K high board, wtf?

i'm surprised u only lost 6 buy-ins at 1/2NL and not 16 lol

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Nit.

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good report but...

u suck @ poker dude. did u expect to put in a good session sleep deprived and hungover?

You have major tilt issues too, pushing 10-10 on a K high board, wtf?

i'm surprised u only lost 6 buy-ins at 1/2NL and not 16 lol

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ban

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good report but...

u suck @ poker dude. did u expect to put in a good session sleep deprived and hungover?

You have major tilt issues too, pushing 10-10 on a K high board, wtf?

i'm surprised u only lost 6 buy-ins at 1/2NL and not 16 lol

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ban

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Highfive on the rightous pwning

Re: Toss\'s WSOP* Adventure (A Trip Report)
 

nice TR. Look forward to reading about your august trip...

AA

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What part of August Toss?