mr. blue
no new entries for almost a week?!?!
"What is going on?" you say?
I know, I know, you missed the regular griping and moaning of Aaron.
You missed it because Aaron wasn't here, to update it. Aaron was in Vega$.
More accurately, Aaron was hemorrhaging vasts amounts of $$ in Vegas last week.
This was easily the most money I've lost in vegas to date, and I lost the vast majority of it on the first day, making the remainder of the trip for me a little irritating, since I knew I didn't have much left to gamble.
It was at Ceaser's $1/$3 NL table, where a terrible call kind of made me question what I was doing, and then shortly thereafter followed a terrible suckout just cleaned me out.
I had to leave and get more money from our room at imperial palace, which was good to be able to 'walk it off'. I then went to the Mirage to play some stud.
I had a good time there, ending +$100, when Chad, Scott, and Jeff came over and started playing there too. But once we all got on the same table, I started playing like an idiot, and drinking way too much, so I lost all that profit plus another $100.
Sheesh.
So I went to bed mad. I had lost almost 80% of what I brought as a maximum amount to lose in the first day. Jeff and I were going to rent harleys again this year, and had it all planned out that we would get up early and get them rented by 9am.
Well, thanks to my tanking all my money, and being extremely hungover, that didn't happen. That's right, I'm still 21 and a complete idiot.
I finally could get up around 11am and we went and got something to eat at O'Sheas subway. I'm pretty sure if I would have tried to eat at a buffet I would have barfed.
Then we noticed a nice cheap hold'em tournament at O'Sheas that was going to start at 1pm, so we signed up for that. And Chad and I cashed in that, so I felt quite a bit better.
Although now, I must note that I am irritated about that tournament.
I had lots of chips in the middle of the thing, so I started to get very aggressive with everyone, and would either buy lots of pots, and when I ever got callers, I would be way ahead, or would outdraw. It was unreal. By the time we got to the bubble, I had 80% of the chips, and one guy (lowest stack, of course) is trying to get a chop deal going. When he first said it, it sounded like I would be getting $50-75 less than 1st place money, and I was pretty convinced I was going to win, so I wasn't going to settle. Only one other guy was not interested, so we didn't chop. I knocked out 2 more guys, but doubled up 2 others (Chad, of course, since I was trying to keep him in the money), to the point that they would hurt me if I doubled them up and then before I knew it, we were all pretty close. So we just split it there.
Later I found out that the guys was in fact suggesting that I get all the 1st place money, and the other 4 just split the remainder equally. If I would have understood it that way at that time, I would have said yes, and then I'm sure the last guy would have agreed too.
Sigh. So I made $200 there, but could have made another $200, if only.
Then Chad, Scott, and I went to pool to relax, and slow down the losing process.
We had a pretty time there, Chad and I smoked cigars, and we just layed on the chairs watching bikinis and drinking fruity drinks.
While we were there, a group of fairly overweight women were there drinking to excess. One of them decided she would make a pretty good stripper, and started to do an exotic dance for her friends, dancing on the banister pole that went along the stairs into the pool.
She would gyrate on it while her friends would take pictures of other friends sticking dollars in here top. Of course she fell on the pole once, in a manner that would have racked a guy so bad he would surely be dead, and in the process lost her top all together. This would have been great if she was good looking and weighed less than 200 lbs. Because those things were not true, it was not cool, but it was funny.
We went back to the mirage and played some more stud with the old people. We were the youngest people at the table by at least 30 years. Scott got extremely drunk and loud, and started naming people at the table. The default name was 'my hero'. Then an older black guy got named Morgan Freeman, another old crotchety guy was the senator, and some old grumpy lady was 'grumpy lady'. Later, Jaba the Hut came to the table.
It was another session of drinking too much, and playing badly so that I lost way too much. This was a bad pattern.
Saturday, we got up and did it all again, tournament, and pool. This time at the pool, a mexican guy with flowers suddenly came up to us, and said "I need to hide behind you guys"
He explained that he was going to surprise his common law wife of 15 years today, their anniversary. We got his whole life story, and got to watch him surprise his wife, it was pretty cool.
Later, we asked him to pick which of us was the oldest looking.
Predictably, I was chosen as the oldest, and Chad was chosen as the youngest.
Our real ages are
Jeff 34
Aaron 35
Chad 37
Scott 40
So they were way off, and Chad loved it.
Later, Chad and I went to the Bellagio buffet, and it was expensive, but very good. I once again ate until I was nearly sick.
Then Chad and I played in the O'Sheas tournament once more. Only then did we discover that it was $45, but only $30 of it went to the prize pool. Holy crap! That's a 30% rake! Most tournaments are only 10%!
If I would have known that from the beginning, I would never have played in it.
Sigh.
Anyway, now we're home, safe and sound, and I'm trying to catch up on my sleep.
"What is going on?" you say?
I know, I know, you missed the regular griping and moaning of Aaron.
You missed it because Aaron wasn't here, to update it. Aaron was in Vega$.
More accurately, Aaron was hemorrhaging vasts amounts of $$ in Vegas last week.
This was easily the most money I've lost in vegas to date, and I lost the vast majority of it on the first day, making the remainder of the trip for me a little irritating, since I knew I didn't have much left to gamble.
It was at Ceaser's $1/$3 NL table, where a terrible call kind of made me question what I was doing, and then shortly thereafter followed a terrible suckout just cleaned me out.
I had to leave and get more money from our room at imperial palace, which was good to be able to 'walk it off'. I then went to the Mirage to play some stud.
I had a good time there, ending +$100, when Chad, Scott, and Jeff came over and started playing there too. But once we all got on the same table, I started playing like an idiot, and drinking way too much, so I lost all that profit plus another $100.
Sheesh.
So I went to bed mad. I had lost almost 80% of what I brought as a maximum amount to lose in the first day. Jeff and I were going to rent harleys again this year, and had it all planned out that we would get up early and get them rented by 9am.
Well, thanks to my tanking all my money, and being extremely hungover, that didn't happen. That's right, I'm still 21 and a complete idiot.
I finally could get up around 11am and we went and got something to eat at O'Sheas subway. I'm pretty sure if I would have tried to eat at a buffet I would have barfed.
Then we noticed a nice cheap hold'em tournament at O'Sheas that was going to start at 1pm, so we signed up for that. And Chad and I cashed in that, so I felt quite a bit better.
Although now, I must note that I am irritated about that tournament.
I had lots of chips in the middle of the thing, so I started to get very aggressive with everyone, and would either buy lots of pots, and when I ever got callers, I would be way ahead, or would outdraw. It was unreal. By the time we got to the bubble, I had 80% of the chips, and one guy (lowest stack, of course) is trying to get a chop deal going. When he first said it, it sounded like I would be getting $50-75 less than 1st place money, and I was pretty convinced I was going to win, so I wasn't going to settle. Only one other guy was not interested, so we didn't chop. I knocked out 2 more guys, but doubled up 2 others (Chad, of course, since I was trying to keep him in the money), to the point that they would hurt me if I doubled them up and then before I knew it, we were all pretty close. So we just split it there.
Later I found out that the guys was in fact suggesting that I get all the 1st place money, and the other 4 just split the remainder equally. If I would have understood it that way at that time, I would have said yes, and then I'm sure the last guy would have agreed too.
Sigh. So I made $200 there, but could have made another $200, if only.
Then Chad, Scott, and I went to pool to relax, and slow down the losing process.
We had a pretty time there, Chad and I smoked cigars, and we just layed on the chairs watching bikinis and drinking fruity drinks.
While we were there, a group of fairly overweight women were there drinking to excess. One of them decided she would make a pretty good stripper, and started to do an exotic dance for her friends, dancing on the banister pole that went along the stairs into the pool.
She would gyrate on it while her friends would take pictures of other friends sticking dollars in here top. Of course she fell on the pole once, in a manner that would have racked a guy so bad he would surely be dead, and in the process lost her top all together. This would have been great if she was good looking and weighed less than 200 lbs. Because those things were not true, it was not cool, but it was funny.
We went back to the mirage and played some more stud with the old people. We were the youngest people at the table by at least 30 years. Scott got extremely drunk and loud, and started naming people at the table. The default name was 'my hero'. Then an older black guy got named Morgan Freeman, another old crotchety guy was the senator, and some old grumpy lady was 'grumpy lady'. Later, Jaba the Hut came to the table.
It was another session of drinking too much, and playing badly so that I lost way too much. This was a bad pattern.
Saturday, we got up and did it all again, tournament, and pool. This time at the pool, a mexican guy with flowers suddenly came up to us, and said "I need to hide behind you guys"
He explained that he was going to surprise his common law wife of 15 years today, their anniversary. We got his whole life story, and got to watch him surprise his wife, it was pretty cool.
Later, we asked him to pick which of us was the oldest looking.
Predictably, I was chosen as the oldest, and Chad was chosen as the youngest.
Our real ages are
Jeff 34
Aaron 35
Chad 37
Scott 40
So they were way off, and Chad loved it.
Later, Chad and I went to the Bellagio buffet, and it was expensive, but very good. I once again ate until I was nearly sick.
Then Chad and I played in the O'Sheas tournament once more. Only then did we discover that it was $45, but only $30 of it went to the prize pool. Holy crap! That's a 30% rake! Most tournaments are only 10%!
If I would have known that from the beginning, I would never have played in it.
Sigh.
Anyway, now we're home, safe and sound, and I'm trying to catch up on my sleep.
Comments
10, and I wish I was in Vegas.
Posted by: David | July 4, 2007 12:00 AM