When I wake up Baars sits on the side of the bed. He looks around the room as if he just had about fifteen epiphanies in a row. That can only mean one thing; our boy won!!!
Me: “Dude, good night?”
Baars: “Unreal. Was up X K at Craps”
Me: “NICE!. You know how to play craps?”
Baars: “…No…”
Me: “Right. So you shipped the X K?”
Baars: “…Noooo…”
Baars still ended up pretty big and is muchos excited about the stack of dollars he can light on fire today. Whereas I had a mellow night the boys are all hungover as f*ck. Damvic for instance joins us on the walk to Earl of Sandwich only to order an overpriced bottle of water and walk straight back to Excalibur for more sleep. Iebus changes his plans to join Hugo, Jelzo and me for the Aria daily about five times before he registers.
Hugo – who’s at my table - has a massive start but requires his usual re-entry within the hour. The problem with Loose / Terrible is when you don’t have any momentum it’s mostly just very expensive. I don’t start to good either. I get stubborn with AK when I get check-raised on a super dry 36J board. I peel the turn and we c/c the river only to get shown QJo. I thought villain was capable but I guess I was wrong.
At the table behind me is a dude that won’t stop talking about what hands he would have made if he hadn’t folded J3o UTG +1 after a raise. You know the type. Imagine the horror when I realise I left my headphones in the hotel room. Luckily the dude bust quickly…re-enters…and gets the seat to my direct right. For. F*ck. Sake. I can’t get anything going and re-ship A6d on the button for ~ 20 bigs over an open from my annoying neighbour. He calls with what we can best describe as the top of his range. I bink three diamonds to crack them aces and the dude nearly collapses with tilt. He actually gets angry at the dealer. I honestly think we as a community should neuter these people or better; involuntary euthanize them.
Few hours and a headache later I’m playing my regular 20 bigs when the dude open ships 10BB from the SB. I look down at 45o and….call. I see so much tilt potential here and it’s basically and any two vs. any two spot anyway. Also, see next paragraph for more calling reasons. We whiff against A8. D’oh. I bust not long after on a standard flip and go for a ‘good bye’ walk through Vegas on my own. I had a Red Bull during the grind and that did not go down well. I make my way in the direction of the Venetian but have to give up halfway into the walk. I feel worse than ever before and grab the nearest taxi to Excalibur.
I talked to Bozzie this morning about how we normally would be heading home today. We were both excited about the extra day but that has changed quickly. You know that feeling when you’re driving your car on an empty freeway and you’re dead tired. Everybody’s been there. You slap your face and crack a window. Your body know it should be alert but you still doze off for a micro second. Your body immediately creates an adrenaline boost and you feel like your heart skips a beat. Image that feeling happening every 300 feet while walking the Strip. That’s how I feel and I decide there and then to go back into the world of doctors and hospitals when I get back home.
Now - two weeks after the trip – the body has calmed down a bit and things are back to being normal. However - after almost three years - normal still isn’t what used to be 100%. I’m on the fence about the whole doctors and hospitals thing. I guess you read in two years what happened ;-). Let’s continue…
Hugo, Wum, Iebus and me agreed to go eat at The Naked Fish again tonight. The food was so good drunk I need to know what it tastes like sober. I lie in bed watching Dumpert movies for the better part of the evening before making my way to the Poker Room meet-up at 22:00 hours. Iebus stone bubbled the Aria daily and is too tired to join us for epic Sushi this evening.
Our taxi driver pulls up at an 0.02 MPH speed. I get into the cab but the smell of the driver is unbearable making me want to get out ASAP. However, a very friendly face greets me so I decide not to be a dick here and just crack a window. Or all windows.
Me; ‘’How you doing, Buddy”
Him; “Good. Second day taxi!”
Me; “Alright... Any accidents on day one?”
Him; “…No?….”
Our man is a political refugee from Ethiopia and after doing the dishes at Monte Carlo for a year he now has a taxi licence. Or bought one. Our man smells like he’s been hunting down endangered species on the savanna this afternoon but has a very friendly demeanour. It takes him a good five minutes to make his way onto the Strip and him checking his Google Maps every 20 seconds kills us about four times but we eventually make our way to The Naked Fish.
After 22:00 hours there’s a happy hour which gets you one special roll, two standard rolls and a beverage for like 20 bucks. They are just giving away the food here. All rolls are pure gold. If anyone thinks Hugo can butcher poker hands you should see the man eat sushi. I don’t think he manged to grab one piece correctly. 24% stays on the plate. 18% ends up somewhere between the plate and the soya cup. 39% remains in the soya cup and about 19% ends up on his shirt. You wouldn’t believe it. I have to ask him if he’s even sure he’s left-handed, at some point.
While waiting for a cab we enjoy an after dinner cigarette when I step to close to a pick-up truck and the alarm sets off. I wasn’t within a three feet area of the damn thing but all hell breaks loose. Our cab pull up and we get the hell out of dodge before some shotgun carrying redneck blows our brains all over the parking lot.
Back in Excalibur Wum explains he knows how to play Craps. Well. Let’s go then. Our $ 200,- buy-in decreases about 10% every minute. Baars is on the other side of the spectrum. He’s singing ‘Keep on smiling’ after every roll while high-fiving everyone and their mothers. I’m starting to doubt Wum’s Craps capabilities but I have no clue about what’s going on so I go and watch Damvic lit his last dollars on fire at the roulette tables.
After about ten minutes I see Wum looking at Hugo while shrugging his shoulders. As expected all Craps dollars are now owned by The Excalibur Hotel & Casino. Baars stopped his ‘Keep on smiling’ routine and is back to his 93% of the time Vegas look; sad and misunderstood. I know things are really bad when the pit boss makes his way over to Baars and says; “The key to this game, sir, is knowing when to walk away from the table”.
The only seat available in the 1-2 game at Excalibur is at the table where Jelzo, Wum and Hugo are playing. I make my way over to MGM and grab a seat at their 1-2 game while enjoying The Slut Parade making their way to Hakkasan. It will be a short session. Playing short-handed there is a life straddle to $ 5,- when someone opens to $ 16,-. My left neighbour has a $ 60,- dollar stack and open shipped that the hand before. I call with JJ hoping my neighbour will shove and potentially giving OR a real headache spot when he calls and I ship. A high variance line but we’ll see. All that doesn’t happen and we see a AJ7 flop. I’ll take it. All the money goes in on a brick turn but I’m drawing to one single out. Come on, Vegas. You’ve been kind to me all week. Why does it have to end like this, hey? No miracles and I quit the game.
A quick stop at The Hard Rock Café to see if I can get my girl an item she wanted before joining the lads at Excalibur. No seats at 1-2 but there is a seat in the 2-6 spread game. Not interested. Wait. Hot chick in seat 8 and seat 9 is open? Alright. I get to witness Hugo dust off his last $ in the 1-2 game in style. He shoves it all-in with a look the that says: “There is not a change in HELL I have the best hand here”. Classic Hugo.
I play in the 2-6 game till about four in the morning ignoring all Wums text messages to score the hot chicks number completely. On my way to the room I put my entire 2-6 profit of $ 20,- on the number 14. It’s time to go big or go home. 17. I guess we’re going home.
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