Toss Vegas TR -- Real Time Edition

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A trip report as it happens.

The stars remained hidden above murky ominous clouds as we head towards Vegas in our rented silver Ford Cobalt. I sat awake. I could never sleep on the way to Vegas; the promise of senseless gambling conjoined with cheap booze excited my blood like nothing else could. The requisite four hours passed quickly and by midnight we saw the first glimpse of the Vegas glow of the horizon. Half an hour later we pulled next to the Cancun hotel and resort.

Find a damn parking space, unload the luggage, shoot one off into the toilet — all part of the mundane ritual leading up to the reaaaal gamboling. It’s the same as pouring milk into the cereal; putting toothpaste onto your teeth, squeezing on the condom before sex: the duty before booty. It’s late and were in no mood to go clubbin’ with out twenty acquaintances who’ve all arrived hour earlier. So we eat. Pyramid café located at Luxor is our choice, because my friends are pretty indecisive. I had to choose so I chose. It sucks, don’t eat there. There should be a law against putting only two fking meatballs in a huge plate of spaghetti.

Anyway, my friends decide to catch a few zzz’s while I head to the poker room at Mandalay Bay at the mean time. Friends sleep, Toss gambols — you know the drill… if you read any of my previous TRs. 200 NL is the game, I buy-in full. Start off playing aggro 6-handed, and they get out of my way. First hand I get played back at I have A[img]/images/graemlins/heart.gif[/img]Q[img]/images/graemlins/heart.gif[/img] on a 6[img]/images/graemlins/heart.gif[/img]K[img]/images/graemlins/heart.gif[/img]6[img]/images/graemlins/diamond.gif[/img] board. 6 donkeys check to me and I fire $50 into a $75 pot. Asian ganstur with some hardcore tats minraises me and I call. He pushes arr-in on the turn and I muck because he talks too damn much. He shows 76o for trips. I’m down to $138 and I get all-in HU vs the SB for a race; I don’t improve and I loss. $18 left, I go all-in blind. White guy calls, his white friend minraises, and the first white guy reminraises LOL. Doesn’t it seem like every freakin’ donkey comes to the poker room in twos nowadays? So I triple the up when I suckout with runner runner straight. Next hand I straddle UTG and get 7 callers, so I push obviously. Armenian middle-aged guy calls because “someone gotta do it” and he wins with KQo vs my A9o. BUSTO! I hate poker so I taxi back to Cacun hotel

Gotta split, headed to the Vegas outlet. More sooner or later. With pictures!

P.S. I can see straight.