I don’t particularly like beer hangovers but I definitely prefer them over strong liquor hangovers. After a night of mix drink boozing you always feel like u got into a fight. Against 40 people. And lost. Horribly. An Earl of Sandwich Caesar Salad Wrap gets the day going before I make my way to MGM Sportsbook to watch PSV Eindhoven – Atletico Madrid with the lads.
Obviously this is going to be a draw so I wager a little bit of cash. The game is decent for a 0-0 draw. I had The Gun Store in mind for this afternoon’s entertainment but most are already boozing and I’m pretty sure I’m not allowed to shoot a gun just yet alcohol level wise. We agree on a group dinner at The Outback Steak House before seeing Britney tonight. Everyone is off to the Venetian by taxi but I go for a little stroll. I love walking on the Strip and I can definitely use some fresh air. Also, I need to make the reservation at Casino Royale.
I want to sing up for some 1/2NL before I see 4/8 Omaha Eight is on the menu here at The Venetian. I’ll have me some of that! The game isn’t as good as at Orleans last Sunday but decent overall. About two minutes after I sit down Wum storms by with a ‘WTF was that?’ kind of face. In a SB vs BTN battle Wum flopped a set of aces that got cracked by almighty 57o on the turn. Wum is more than capable but running very poorly so far in Vegas poker wise. I offer to take 50% in his next buy-in but Wum is done with poker. When he returns from the toilet minutes later to find out his $ 16,- are stolen from the slot machine he’s pretty much done with Vegas for the day as well. Wum taps out and returns to Excalibur telling us to burn his Britney ticket.
I skipped drinking today but give one beer a go at Casino Royale during pre-dinner roulette. One sip and I’m out. The problem is that I now need to go and watch Britney Spears sober. The dinner at The Outback Steak House is excellent and enjoyable. Blooming Unions, a Caesar salad and a Prime Centre Cut Fillet leave me stuffed beyond believe.
Despite having stayed pretty much above the Volcano show at Mirage last trip I’ve never seen the thing in action until today. A typical ‘Baars moment’ occurs when he watches the Volcano show for five minutes before taking out his phone to snap a picture 0.7 seconds after the show ended. We make a quick stop at Planet Hollywood Sportsbook to see how the Clippers are doing. Iebus and Bozzie bet a hundo on the game that the Clippers need to win by elven. As we sit down the Clippers are down by two. When we leave five minutes later the Clippers are down by ~ 25 sending Bozzie right back into his Vegas Tilt Coma. I should have bet the other team.
So, Britney Spears then. What seemed like a good idea weeks ago now feels like a terrible one. I’m sober with a 20 oz. steak in my stomach looking for trouble. No opinion on the show really. The singing is as fake as a Turkish LaCoste shirt but the graphic’s where pretty good. Not that Hugo could be bothered since he was sleeping while standing up straight. Impressive stuff. I last about five songs before I reach the conclusion life is too short for this bull**** and head for the nearest exit.
I cross the street towards Bellagio mostly because I lack inspiration to come up with a better plan. A short stop at the conservatory before I realise the bouncer in my stomach is fed up with the steak and pushes him to the nearest exit. Running into the Bellagio restrooms I’m still unsure about what the nearest exit is going to be. I haven’t played at Bellagio last trip and regretted that. So, I hop into a 1/3 game. I get off to a good start calling down JJ on a Q high board after three donk leads.
The dealer in my game is Fred. Never in my life have I seen anyone more annoyed with his job than Fred. Fred sighs at every single move he has to make. It’s absolutely hilarious. If someone has the nerve to ask for a count Fred looks at them with a ‘are you serious right now?’ look. No one dares to put a word in accept check, bet, raise or call. Epic Fred. After the dealer change everyone looks at each other with a “what the heck was that?” look and burst into laughter.
The game at Bellagio is good. Two drunks at the table one of which just agreed to meet a girl trough Tinder at the rail. We all agree to make fun of her if she turn out to be a working lady. Unfortunately, she doesn’t show. I quit a small winner after about three hours before making my way back to Excalibur for some more grinding. I know low limit games in Vegas are a bit crazy but this game is so far of any reasonable chart you wouldn’t believe. The next hand is no joke. A 50 years old German limps UTG +1. Folds around to the SB who makes it $ 20,-. German tank calls after a good two minutes. Flop comes down 246 rainbow. SB leads $ 50,-. German tank calls. Turn 8. SB ships ~ € 150,-. German – who covers - tank calls and tables… ATo. The SB stand up and looks like he just saw a ghost while turning over KJo. The German mumble’s ‘you can’t lose every hand’ in German to his buddy who hardly seems in awe about what just happened. I add a c-note to my stack.
Around 03:30 the boys return from the piano bar in New York New York where for some ridiculous reason they never heard of the classic ‘Ron ‘t Kanon – Graashookse Minse’. Apparently Wum was well on his way getting into a fifty year old’s pants until he asked - the not so flattering question - if the woman had survived WWII.
Now. There was supposed to be a good story in this last paragraph but it got vetoed by whom it concerns. I completely disagree but obviously will oblige. If you google our names links to these reports might pop up so I get the point but in this particularly story nothing too exciting happened. At least not in the way I put it on paper. If stories like this can no longer be shared I have to seriously consider if it worth my while typing up these reports in the wee hours. Anyway…
Off to bed around 5AM. Tomorrow is our last full day in Vegas.
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