walk took longer than it should have due to my dumbass leaving MGM
through the wrong exit. I took some poor quality pictures along
the way, but in any case, it was just a matter of minutes before
I was back at that gratifying poker game.
And again my new found poker friends are at the table.
are some familiar faces, but the one name I can call out is Rodney, the
talkative Vegas local. I also noticed a few familiar "motherly
types" that I had played with before. But don't let their
appearance fool ya. They were Mother Goose on the outside, but
were certainly dragging down sizable pots, and often. They
couldn't seem to lose.
One particular hand that stands
out was between Rodney and a large fellow I had played with the day
before. The board showed something along the lines of 10-6-8-10-K
with three spades out there. When it's time, Rodney flips up one
card showing it to be a ten, giving him trips. The other player
turns over the A-Q of spades, giving him the nut flush. That's
when Rodney turns over the other 10 giving him four of a kind. It
took me a second, but I blurt out "Did you just slow-roll quads!?"
The other dude grabbed his remaining chips, and simply left the
poker room. Not a single word. He picked up his last $11,
and stormed off. Ouch....
Rodney goes into it saying he didn't mean to slow roll him "like that.
He just wanted to give some flare to showing quads. Still a
dick move, especially when the other guy thought he had the hand when
he turned over the flush. I hate showboats that think they're
cool, and like to turn one card at a time... Don't be that guy.
To put the cherry on top, Rodney got to spin their bonus wheel for hitting quads.
too long, my future ex-wife made another appearance and after a brief
wait, she was seated at our table again. Yes....two people from
Omaha again, thanks Rodney.
I managed to get my turn to
spin the bonus wheel when my pocket aces were cracked. I spun the
wheel, and ended up on the single "Triple" option present. I
guess that means I spin again, and get triple whatever I landed on.
The wheel goes around again and this time I land on the $30
bonus. Just like that I get an extra $90 brought over to me at
the table. They ask for my signature to which I reply "Do I have
to use my real name?" Yes, yes you do.
That certainly helped nullify the sour feeling I had moments before when my pocket aces had lost. I'll take it.
did manage to river the nut flush on my future ex-wife. She
contributed a good amount of her chips to that one. Sorry honey!
Another notable hand is when I flopped a full house with
my pocket 9's, and slow played it until the river. The guy I was
up against was one of those "dude looking dudes." You know, the
guy with the suave haircut, and chiseled muscles. He gives me
the up and down bullshit look when I check raise him, and he starts to
give me the stare down. I couldn't help it, but when looking back
at him, I gave him a wink. (#NoHomo) He let out a small
laugh, and folded the hand. In the end, he's a sweetheart after
The crazy Germans showed up again and we had
another killer session. The guy on my right kept asking me what
they were saying when they were talking in German when not involved in
a hand. Mein Deutsch ist nicht so gut, since you know.... I
speak like 20 words of it. At one point, one of the German kid
lost a decent hand and started confiding in his counterpart in a rather
agitated tone. The dude that took the pot asked me "what'd
he just say there?'" The best I could get was "...can you believe
this bullshit?" "So wait, he said 'shit?'" Yes....yes he
Fast forward several hours, and we're
breaking the table down. It's me, the dude on my left who's
flirting with my future ex-wife, and the crazy Germans. I ended
up donating all my remaining chips to "mein freund" from Europe.
I sit at the table for a minute or two, and the ex-wife and dude
on my left start playing heads up. I'm done..... Time to
head back and get some sleep.
Now.....what the hell is this? It's 5:00 AM? WHAT?!?!
any case, I was determined to not take a cab, or pay for an Uber back
to the hotel. No! This time I was insistent on walking
back. (I don't know why)
used this opportunity to text my friends and family back home, all of
which were getting ready to start their day in the office. It was
slightly surreal knowing it's 7:00 AM home, while I'm finally just
staggering away from a card game.
The plan was to make my
way to Park MGM, use the tram, and take a break from all this stupid
walking at this obnoxious hour, and just crash at the hotel. I
venture through Eataly (24 hours my ass!) and strut through Park
MGM casino with a purpose. Now, where is that stupid tram?
..... I ask a near by security guard if I somehow got turned
around, and inquire about directions to the tram. He radios
someone, and then focuses his attention on me. He gives me some
news I hadn't even considered. "The tram is closed for a few
stupid ass takes the walk of shame, and I backtrack out through Eataly
again, and exit the way I came. Yeah.....it's starting to get
noticed the CVS is opening, so I figure, eh, what the hell. I
figured while I'm here, I might as well pick up some souvenirs. I
had to knock that errand off the list anyway since it was my last full
day in Vegas.
In walking back to the hotel, I somehow
managed to get mixed up and venturing through Aria. After what
was an adventure in and of itself, I'm finally walking through the
Bellagio. I take the opportunity to take some pictures of the
at this point, I'm starting to feel a little bit better now that I've
gotten my bearings back. I'm half considering just staying up and
seeing what the new day brings. I see a sign at Petrossian
advertising coffee, and that's just what I need to kick start my second
wind. I'm texting with friends back home asking for their
recommendations, but frankly, they couldn't give a shit either way.
I was in Vegas and they weren't.
checked my phone, and seemingly have already done about 6,000 steps
this morning. I opted for the "try to get some rest" option.
I take an Indica based gummy, and crashed on the bed. I
think it was the best decision, since it took about .03 seconds until I
was asleep in a near coma. In hindsight, I'm so glad I didn't try
to be all macho, and take a quick caffine hit to get me going.
Smart call.Monday May
Oh man..... Smart call on going to sleep 5 hours ago. Yay
me! A quick(ish) shower, and I start with some housekeeping
items. I tidy up the room a bit, halfheartedly pack a few things,
assess the funds, and then head out the door. I made a quick
visit to the business center to mail out some packages for friends.
They're nice enough to charge me $7 per item, despite postage
already being paid. That's great...........
make one last visit to get some Gelato. Today's selections
include lemon sherbet (meh) and raspberry cheesecake. I also opt
for a desperately needed water, and I think my total came out to
something ridiculous like $15. Fucking Vegas prices......on
had no plans today, and frankly, didn't want to make any. I was
still kinda feeling yesterday's (today's?) vast amounts of walking
catching up to me. I had souvenir shopping done, so I was going
to take today easy. To put it simply, I went back to Excalibur
for another card session. Exciting I know!
started with some screw drivers, and then switched over to some
surprisingly good bloody mary's. Rodney was back this morning,
and we caught up, and re-lived his slow roll of quad tens.
(dick!) A few hours later, the future ex-wife shows up and
gets in on the session.
Before too long, I notice the
player next to me starts eating a breakfast sandwich from Starbucks.
I say to myself "Self, that doesn't sound too bad." So I
head up to the counter and ask if I have any comps on my card. To
my surprise I have $44 worth. I get a ticket for $10 and get the
same damn sandwich he was noshing on moments earlier.
forward a few uneventful poker hours later, and I was ready to call it
a day. I still needed to finish packing, and I had an early
flight the next day. I didn't want time to slip away from me like
it did the previous day. I gave Rodney a manly fist bump, and
give my future ex-wife a hug before leaving the most fun limit card
game in Vegas. Before slithering out, I get another voucher, this
time for $25. Time to stock up!
I order a huge iced
coffee, two breakfast sandwiches, and a chocolate chip cookie to go.
Total comes to a nice $24.90. HA! Did that just about
right, didn't I?
settling back in the room and getting things ready for in the morning,
I just snap a few more (bad) pics of the fountains. I review my
text exchanges with friends back home and have a good chuckle.
One night cap or four, and it's off to bed. Zzzzz...