Vegas trip with Bill-continued

[Fishwhenican]

I believe the place with the Bead girls, deep fried twinkies/oreos is called Mermaids.
The frozen drinks are FANTASTIC!!!

Great trip report! I am enjoying every bit of it!

[yimyammer]

I walk into the restroom before heading up to my room. I'm washing my hands when I notice a short Hispanic guy in the mirror. He is walking around the bathroom throwing his shoulders around like he's looking for a fight. He's like 5'5" and not very stocky. Im about 6', 200 lbs and one thing I know how to do is kick an ass. That being said I still don't want any [censored] in Vegas at 5 in the morning. About that time a fairly large Asian man (Im guessing Korean) about my size walks in and the Hispanic guy walks right into him. The Korean apologizes even though it's obviously the Hispanic guy's fault and continues walking. The Hispanic guy turns around and starts challenging and cussing at the Korean guy. Korean guy says 'Hey, I apologized even though you ran into me, so leave it alone.' Hispanic guy--'F you', lets go!! and starts walking towards him. Korean guy has a very full bottle of water in his hand and goes Roger Clemens ala Mike Piazza on him. This is one of those moments when everything goes in slow motion for me. I see the bottle turning sideways in mid-air and can actually read the label even though it's going by at about 90 miles an hour. It turns completely sideways right before impact and smashes into short Hispanic guys face. He steps back stunned and wobbles around a little bit. He then turns to me with a confused look on his face. I tell him not to look at me cause there's no way I'm helping him out. He turns and walks out of the bathroom. I completely lose it and ROTFLMAO.

Did you really roll around on the bathroom floor?

[davidlong14]

good report...more plz

[Scorcho]

I would just like to add that reading these trip reports inspired me to book an impromptu trip to Vegas in two weeks.

I'll send Bill the bill.

[wildpike]

Wednesday

I left Bill downtown with the last hundred dollars he had from the $300 I gave him that morning. He was completely plastered even by his standards and I did not have hi hopes of my friend making it back with any money. I actually even had thoughts that I may have to ride the bus back downtown to give him 2 bucks to get back with. 8:30am the door opens.

Bill- Here's your $400 bucks back.
Me- Well keep some of it. You will need it to gamble with.
Bill- I won $1000.
Me- How did you manage that? Did you roll a hooker?
Bill- No. I went back to Binion's and won it all there. The guy from the QQ hand was there and kept trying to bluff me out of the pot every time I had a big hand. He gave me like $600 and other people gave me the rest.
Me- Was he pissed?
Bill- He wasn't very happy. It took me like 2 hours to get back here.
Me- WTF. Did the buses stop coming?
Bill- No. I passed out and woke up at the Excalibur and didn't know where I was. It cost me $20 to get back.
Me- What?? From the Excalibur to the Flamingo was $20?
Bill- Yep
Me- Did you pass out in the cab also?
Bill- Yep
Me- That explains it.
Bill- Explains what?
Me- Nevermind. Go to sleep. Nice win.

I wake up about noon and don't even bother to see if Bill wants to gambool. Go downstairs to play in the Flamingo room and decide if I should go back to sleep or not. The spitter from NJ is back. There are 3 open seats and this a-hole keeps moving away from the blinds but never has to post. The 2 young guys at the end of the table notice this but dont ask the dealer anything so I chime in. Apparently, while playing at the Flamingo there is no rule that you have to post if you move away from the blinds even if it's like 6 seats away. Spitter gets up to piss in someone else's ear at another table and tell an unbelievably boring story for the 3rd time in 20 minutes. I tell one guy where to sit and I move to a different seat. This puts all 3 empty chairs in a row and an end to this clown's anti-posting BS. When the idiot comes back, he starts to say "oh sh*t, that guy left, I was going to ask him..." and then he looks up and sees me and shuts up. I reply, "no, im still here, ask whatever you want". NJ-no, nevermind. Me-go ahead and ask, I'm sure I have the answer for whatever you need. This shuts him up for good, something I would have laid 50-1 on would never happen. Pus*y. I sit for awhile and become increasingly annoyed by the rule. Any table that was shorthanded, like 5-6 people, you could move around and NEVER post. I rack up and leave 18 bucks down in 45 minutes. Stupid rule Flamingo. Fix it.

I will warn you here that I decided to slow myself on the drinking and almost everything here is poker related. Kind of a silly warning for a poker forum but now you've been told.

I place a bet against my beloved St. Louis Cardinals at $15/$10 to lose against Dontrelle WIllis since the Cards suck, Kip Wells sucks and is the starter and they can't score any runs. I decide to walk down to Planet Hollywood since I haven't been there since the re-model. I was not a big fan of Aladdin before. I have to say I wasnt expecting much but I like the room and the casino. The dealers are lightning fast and the floor is professional. It's pretty loud around the outside, especially at night when the piano bar is going but if you can block it out, I like the room overall.

The 10 seat is open in the 1-2NL game and I sit down and look at the 6 seat's pile of chips. He is a young kid with like $1500 in front of him. The 5 seat has like $450 and everyone else has more than 200. I ask what the max is looking at the chip stacks and it's 200. Has to be a major fish in this game, just need to find him. I buy in for the max and it takes about 3 seconds for me to find the fish. The action is folded around to the 5 seat with $450 and EVERYONE is watching him. Here's the fishy. Raise to 20 and like 3 callers. Before the hand is done, it's like a $400 pot and the fish suckouts vs. the young Australian kid. He winces a little bit but tells 'David" nh. In the next 30 minutes, I'm trying any excuse to get in a hand with this guy but can't find it. I'm in early position and the UTG player makes it $10 and I call with AsQs. 2 callers behind including David. Flop is A-Q-6 with 2 hearts. UTG makes it 30 and I notice he only has about 100 total. I raise it to 90 hoping David calls with something as I'm sure UTG has AK and will pay me off. If's folded back to UTG and says 'you have AQ don't you". Subliminally I tell him no, that I'm on a heart draw and he should call. He shows me AK and folds it face up. Great laydown. I finally get a huge hand and a guy with a short stack makes one of the better laydowns I've seen in a 1-2NL game in Vegas. Crap, but you have my respect. David then busts this guy on some BS hand and has close to $700. He then loses this $700 mostly to the Aussie kid on his left in less that half an hour. He stands up from the table and everyone holds their breath. Aussie--Are you coming back?? David--Of course, just need to hit the ATM. Exhale.

$200 more for David. 10 minutes later-ATM. This time only $100. He doubles this up to $200 and then this hand comes up. I have A6c on the button and there are 6 players including me. Flop is J-9-4 all clubs. Everyone checks. Turn is 2 of yellow bananas and David bets $15, I raise to $50 and David pushes all in with both hands. He has 8-2 of clubs. Thanks for the chips, would you like another escort to the ATM? Only this time he doesnt return-has to catch a flight in a few hours. David is plastered and one of the guys asks if he's the pilot. Thankfully he says no. I apologize for running off the table ATM but no big deal. They estimate he lost $3400 in 5 hours at the table. The aussie has 2 hundred dollar bills in front of him that he won before the chip runner could get back to the table. I truly believe the numbers and wish I would have gotten here sooner. The table breaks almost instantly and I'm moved to a more reasonable table. From here I can see the TV and the Birds scored 6 runs in the 2nd against Dontrelle. I take a walk to find a trash can to put my betting ticket in and notice many hotties which I of course follow. They walk into a Hooters competition and I sware every hot woman in Vegas is at Planet Hollywood right now. I forget about poker and watch the ladies walk in waiting for one of them to pinch my nipple and take me in with them. My timing for nipple pinching is off however and it never comes and I return to poker.

I can't remember winning any hands at all at this table. I'm at a $175 profit. Sadly, I realize this is my biggest score on this trip and start to lose focus. This table seems extremely tough after coming off the fish pond and I take a walk afler 3 hours, up 175 but plan to return the next night to the 2 am tourney. BIll has to leave at midnight Thur and I figure I might as well play this tourney Thursday and have it be the last thing I do before heading back at noon on Friday.

Its about 6pm and I told Bill to call me when he gets up and wants to eat. I have had nothing all day. I call him and he's already playing in the Flamingo tourney. B*ast*rd. I figure I'll sweat him for a while and we will grab some grub. I walk into the poker room which is right off the strip and the first thing I see is Bill standing in a chair, holding a vodka and diet, rooting for a 4. 4? How did you get all your money in needing a 4 to save you? A miracle happens, the 4 hits, angels sing and it's snowing on Las Vegas Blvd. The table erupts in laughter and Bill hops off his chair and apologizes to some guy that does not look amused. I talk to him on the break and he tells me there's no way he can eat-his stomach is messed up-but he's starting to feel better since he started drinking. Shocking. He says the structure is terrible and it will be a donk-push fest the rest of the way. I tell him he has to be a favorite in a donk fest and wish him luck.

Grab a $10 comp from the manager and head to the buffet. The line is longer than a mullet at a Lynrd Skynrd concert and decide to hit the cafe instead. $17 for a plate of noodles and a soda. Strike 2 Flamingo.

During dinner, I decide it's time to return to the V. I feel like a kid getting back on a horse or Matt Damon walking back into the dungeon in Rounders. I see Brad Booth in the secluded parlor room which I'm sure I'm not supposed nosing around in. He has a mountain of black chips in front of him. Gabriel Thaler from Binion's cash game show is there also and has just as much of a weird shaped alien head as it looks like on TV-possibly worse.

I buy in for $300 and tell myself that Monday was just bad luck and there is nothing to fear about this room.
Hand #1- I have AK in the BB (seat 9), utg limps as does the button and sb. No more being a bi!ch and I raise it to $15. UTG calls and everyone else folds. Flop is K-9-8. I bet $30 and UTG calls. Turn is Q. I bet $35. UTG calls. River is a J. I check. UTG checks and shows K-J. $80-poof. Welcome back to the Venetian sir. FIRST HAND!!!!

It goes a lap and I have AQ utg. KJ guy gets up and leaves the table. Crap. I raise to $10 and a new player in seat 2 calls. Flop is Q-6-4 rainbow. I bet 20 and he calls. Turn is 8 putting a 2 flush-clubs on board. I bet $35 and he calls. River is K of diamonds. I check and he bets 15?? Smells like a vaule bet but of course I have to call and he show AJ clubs. Ty sir. Nice bluff attempt. Back to even.

Now things finally start to click and my hands hold up. I push the nice Asian lady in seat 10 off a hand with a total bluff and pick up 50 bucks. Now she's starting to wonder what I had when I pick up QQ in the BB. She raises to 10 utg, MP calls, I re-raise, she tanks way to long and moves in for $115 total and I call. QQ>10-10 and I'm up and rolling. I flop top set vs a donkey that never had me beat in the hand anyway and pick up another $100.

Then this hand comes up. I'm in the sb and a tight player utg raises to $10. A solid good player throws in $25 and one look at him tells me he has a monster. Folded to me and I have KK. I have about $550 in front of me and he has about 500. I get a sick feeling but pop it to 100 anyway. UTG folds and this guy who looks like 'sbrugby' pretty much insta calls. Please no ace on the flop. A-6-3, 2 diamonds, I don't have one. I think for a few seconds and clumsily put in $125 expecting a big raise with no idea what I'm going to do if he moves in or makes it $300. He doesn't take long however and folds his QQ face up. Phew. I play a while longer and a very small Vietnamese kid-maybe like 140 lbs-sits down and orders a shot of Hennessey. They bring him half a gallon and I wonder if he can finish it. An hour or so later he does and orders another one. I really want to see him get up and walk. The table is starting to change, I'm into my 8th hour of poker for the day and order my first drink. It's 2am I order a glass of red wine-I know it's gay-so it can help me go to sleep when I get back to the Flamingo. Finish that and I'm gone. The kid never does get up so I miss out on that and decide to walk back. Up 270 at the V for 4 hours.

I collect chips and don't have one from Harrah's and decide to relax for an hour and play some limit while pocketing a chip. They have a 3-6 limt game going with 5 crasians (crazy-asians), a german-dutch kid, an old american foul mouthed a-hole and now me in the 3 seat. It doesnt take long to realize this is a no fold em hold em shootout and I reserve myself to the fact that I will get drawn out on. Just be patient and win a pot or 2 and you should show a profit. I order more wine and get beat by a gut shot draw that hits in a pot over $100 bucks. The one crasian directly to my left does seem to have some sort of starting hand requirements. I 3 bet AK and then he 4 bets. The flop is rags and by the time it gets to me it's already 2 bet--which is somewhat meaningless--but I know the 3 bet is coming behind me so I fold. He 3 bets and I pat myself on the back. The turn and river are small diamonds putting a 3-flush diamond on board and the guy on my left turns over 10-3 of diamonds. Guess I need to change my read of this guy. He drags in another pot over $100 with his flush. More wine. I see a flop that was 2 bet pre flop with J-10 hearts. Flop is 8-9 hearts and a rag. I 3 bet this flop and the original raiser 4 bets it and i call. Turn is a rag. I call 1 bet. River is a J and I make a crying call since this pot is also over $100. He shows 8--J for 2 pair. Had a few outs here. I show my open ender and if I would have hit the st-flush one way, the hi-hand is 300 and the other was 500. Oh well. More wine. I play for one hour, have 3 glasses of wine and never did win one hand. One hour, -$91. It pains me to leave this table but it's like 5am and I'm tired as hell. It's 7am where I live but I still feel like I'm getting old. Back to the Flamingo for some sleep. Bill is actually in bed first for once. That can't be a good sign for the bankroll.

Wednesday tally. +336 for the day. -$315 for the trip. 4 glasses of Merlot.

Next installment: Lots of Poker. Caesars, PH cash game play and 2am tourney. Bill leaves early but has a revelation.

[hoff21]

You have a very entertaining writing style. Keep up the reports!

[Yo Adrians!]

Enjoying these a great deal. Keep em coming.

[yanxchick]

That place is definitely Mermaids. I went there in March when I hit Vegas. Bought a football-sized drink and that sat down at Binions 1-2 game. In an hour, I was up $300.

First hand pocket aces. I raised, grouchy old man calls. Flop hits an ace. I lead the whole way and he just keeps calling. NO flush, no straight and on the river he pushed all-in. He has a-6, case ace one the flop. I win.

Second hand, i limp in with q-10. flop two pair. Bet the whole while sipping on my frozen drink and acting goofy. Get paid off the whole way. The guy who pays me off says to the man next to him, "I saw these tourists. I thought this was going to be fun."

Drunkingly, I couldn't help myself: "Fun for me!" and laughed.

I like Mermaids.

[toss]

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Redundant!

[CincyLady]

I have to say, this part so far is my favorite:

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Its about 6pm and I told Bill to call me when he gets up and wants to eat. I have had nothing all day. I call him and he's already playing in the Flamingo tourney. B*ast*rd. I figure I'll sweat him for a while and we will grab some grub. I walk into the poker room which is right off the strip and the first thing I see is Bill standing in a chair, holding a vodka and diet, rooting for a 4. 4? How did you get all your money in needing a 4 to save you? A miracle happens, the 4 hits, angels sing and it's snowing on Las Vegas Blvd. The table erupts in laughter and Bill hops off his chair and apologizes to some guy that does not look amused. I talk to him on the break and he tells me there's no way he can eat-his stomach is messed up-but he's starting to feel better since he started drinking. Shocking. He says the structure is terrible and it will be a donk-push fest the rest of the way. I tell him he has to be a favorite in a donk fest and wish him luck.


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Keep it coming, and oh yes, you should indeed start a web blog of your own for this story and others like it. [img]/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img]