MDW Day 2
Saturday
Saturday plays out much the same as Friday. We head back to the Villas for breakfast at 11:30 and leave a little later for the pool around 1pm. It's way busier than Friday and you can feel the surge of people for MDW.
Champagne
I think I’ve said it before but Wet’s pool food is actually very good. Panko chicken tenders and shrimp tacos are where it’s at.
More drinking and partying ensue. The crowd was pretty international for MDW, and we saw flags flying from UK, France, Mexico and US (obviously) as people transformed cash into fizzy wine that gets sprayed on bystanders.
Afrojack came on at 3:30 and I don’t remember him being that great. Maybe I wasn’t as drunk as the day before, but I didn’t think his performance was memorable in any way.
Around 4:30 most of the girls in the group have to leave with MLB to head back to the Villas and get ready for a meet and greet with Celine Dion at 6:40. Since I’m not loving the pool and don’t want to get plastered, I decide to head with them.
Full disclosure - the Celine concert is meant just for the ladies in the group… I’m very jealous and hoping that one of them decides not to go. Think what you will, I loved her as a kid and while I haven’t listened to her music in years, I think she’s an iconic performer that I’d love to meet.
Unfortunately for me, all the ladies rally and there are no extra tickets. So while we all headed over to Caesars, I was sadly bound for the poker tables.
I sit in a fairly regged up 2/5 game. There are one or two spots throughout my 4 hours of play, but nothing major. I chip down early and spend most of my session working my way back up, with no real eventful hands to speak of. Meanwhile, there’s a Japanese dude in seat 8 who is just crushing the table. I think I see him lose maybe 1 hand all night. He’s playing super nitty, but somehow keeps getting action and having the goods. This was his stack when he cashed out. Pretty legit for a days work.
There was a Finnish guy who joined the table straight off his 20 hour flight. We had a pretty good time chatting it up. I’m definitely a fan of more social tables so it was nice to have someone to bounce off of. I’m pretty sure he was out for the series so Sam, if you’re reading this, nice playing with you and hope the WSOP is treating you well.
TO and the girls watch MLB play some blackjack in the high stakes area post concert where he’s spreading $500 - $4k/hand. I believe they said he did well, which is always nice to hear. TO and our friend, along with one other girl come over to meet up at the poker room around midnight where they proceed to gush about how good the Celine concert was. They have photo binders with their pictures with her, along with a few other keepsakes.
TO said that Celine did an incredible job at making the concert feel personal and intimate. There were less theatrics but much more stories and glimpses into her life and family. What I didn’t know was that Celine’s husband passed away recently. This loss showed in her performance and everything was more emotional and real. Apparently the entire group cried. I’m still bummed that I missed the concert and what made it worse was the fact that one of the girls felt sick after the meet and greet and didn’t go! Oh well, maybe next time.
Somehow I’ve neglected to mention that our friend AF, the HSNL player from earlier trips ITT, is also out here from the series. He walks over from the B after watching the warriors take game 6 and meets up with us. TO is amped up on the evening and decides that she wants to play. AF says he’s down to slum it up at a $1/2 table and stake her. I return to my $2/5 game, but nothing is really happening and I decide to table change over to join them and at least have some fun.
For some reason, I suck at 1/2 and 1/3. I don’t think I respect the money at this level, which is a huge leak. I’m in the BB my first hand and a guy who is racking up and about to leave gets dealt his last hand before hitting the road. He looks intent on leaving, but can’t help but raise it up to $10. He gets up a couple callers and I decide to play the hand dark in hopes that I can get him to stay, and that I flop a miracle to beat whatever monster he’s holding.
Flop comes 8 high, I checked dark, he bets 1/2 pot and it folds to me. I CR him and he tank calls. Turn brings 3 spades and I check to him. He fires big and I tell him I have to look at my cards now. I find myself holding J6o for Jack high and reluctantly muck face up. He tables KK. Great, just lit $60 on fire.
Within another orbit, I run a bad bluff on an Italian guy to drop another $150. How do I manage to play hours of disciplined 2/5 and then donk off so bad within 20 minutes? I suck at this game.
I resolve to reset and start playing real poker. It’s around 3am now and to my, and the tables delight, a black guy comes over with two half drank bottles of Hennessy in hand and sits down in the 6 seat. We ask him if he just came from Omnia and he says “Yo man, I don’t know where I just came from.” Perfect. Floor comes over and starts to tell him he can’t have those bottles here and he’ll have to put them in his room. He responds, “I don’t know where my room is!” I happen to have a bag from the pool and I tell him and the floor that I’ll put the bottles in my bag and give them back when he’s ready to cash out. Both oblige. Game on!
He peels off a couple hundred over the course of an hour and goes broke a few times. We learn that he was on one of the club hopping buses and got to take the rest of the alcohol with him when the tour was over. I make a little money back from him before he runs out of cash and has to head back to his room, which he thinks is in the Octavia tower. I pull the bottles out of my bag and hand them back to him but tell him I’ve got to get a picture before he goes:
With the fun gone from the table, we decide to finally call it a night around 4am.