MAN that was fun, but expensive. Going to play poker in Vegas the same weekend that the World Series of Poker is on sounds like fun, but when you combine my mediocre poker skill with a town full of poker professionals it’s actually a pretty bad idea.
The best part was the most horrendous run of dead-cards I have ever had (I think I honestly, in three days of poker, saw thirty flops). Fold, fold, fold, fold, fold. six deuce. eight four. nine three. jack two. fold fold fold fold so fucking boring fold fold oh look KING EIGHT unsuited! Wow that’s actually looking pretty good after three hours of folding so I’ll play that and OH MY GOD look I flopped top two pair! Finally a payoff! No, no; you flopped a set of fives that’s just great, please have a hundred dollars. Fold fold fold fold fold fold POCKET SEVENS! Oh big preflop raise here. Flop is Jack King Ace. GREAT. Continuation bet? Reraised! Great. Fold fold fold fold fold fold oh just fucking forget it. I’ll play some Craps and see if that works and whoops there goes a hundred dollars ok back to poker fold fold fold fold fold sigh.
Basically, here’s me:
Clint, Raimey, Foley, Eric & Mark ALL ended up making money. Me? Down a grand. YAAAY!
Shit-ton of fun, though. I’m going to go to sleep now. So. Tired. Vegas, baby. Vegas.