As I mentioned, we had buddies flying into Vegas on Friday and Saturday, so we hit up the Palm Beach Club and Encore Beach Club respectively. I don’t have a lot of great pics from those, but here’s a couple:
Our daybed at Palms:
My buddies trying to wheel some chicks:
I pretty much pass out Saturday after Encore, and wake up to play Phil Laak in $10-$20, which I described in my first post.
Also managed to snap a pic of Bobby’s room that night, which looked like it was running a $1000-$2000 mixed game. I saw Doyle Brunson, Abe Mosseri, and Tom Durrr Dwan… managed to snap a quick pic, before getting yelled at by the floor (Durrr is the one standing up).
We were taking the red eye out on Monday night, so I managed to get in a 6 hour session at the B $10-$20 game. I only played a couple hands of note.
In the first one, I raise AKo from EP, get one caller, when the button (one of the aggro Asians from the other hands) 3b to $320, with 7k effective stacks. I 4b to $720, and the button flats.
Flop is K58dd, and I cbet $840, which the button flats.
Turn is 2x, and I consider betting, but decide to check for pot control, as I didn’t think I could get a worse hand to call 3 streets in a 4b pot, and didn’t want to get stacks in with one pair. Button checks behind.
River is Qd, which is possibly the worst card in the deck for me, as it completes the flush draw, and also hits QQ and KQ now, if that’s what button has. I check, and button now bets $1500. I tank for a while, then can’t think of what I’m beating, so I fold.
After my session, I basically beg the agro Asian to tell me what he had. After I tell him I folded AK, and he finally says that he made the diamond flush on the river… he’s got no reason to lie to me, as I’ll probably never see him again, so I guess good fold by me.
The last hand I play before I leave Vegas for good was an interesting one, and it was up against a loud, fast talking older guy, Keith Lehr… at first, I pegged him as a rich business man from the south, based on how he talked, and his play, but he let slip that he just finished 2nd in the 6-max $10k NLH WSOP event, so I looked him up.
It seems like he’s a live MTT pro (those exist?!) of some sort. I’m not sure, but he was super agro, which is why this hand went down the way it did.
I raise MP with JQo, and he 3b directly on my left to 200, with us playing 4.5k effective stacks. Not wanting to call with JQ oop, and not really wanting to fold, I decide to 4b to $540, which he smooths.
Flop falls AQ8ss, and I cbet $520, which Keith insta-calls.
Turn is Jx, giving me 2-pair, but also putting up a fairly scary board. I guess I’m going to need to get stacks in here, so I bet $1100, and he insta-calls again.
River bricks 7x, so I go for it, and jam my last 2.2k in.
“How old are you?” he asks.
“Um… 25,” I reply.
“OK, I call.”
“2 pairs?” I say. He doesn’t say anything, so I roll over my hand, and he breathes a sigh of relief, as he rolls over JQdd, and we chop up the pot.
“Why did you ask how old I was?” I inquire, as the dealer splits up the pot.
“Because I am never folding my hand to someone under the age of 25. Ever ever ever!” He tells me with a wink.
“Hahaha I suppose that’s a good of a tell as any” just relieved that I didn’t spew away 4.5K with JQo.
Soon after that, the dealer changes, and I take my leave, as I didn’t want to pay another half-hour $7 time charge, and I needed to catch my flight out of the great city of Las Vegas.
As we’re on our way out, my buddy, who had dropped $5k that day in BJ wants one more shot.
“You think I should bet $1000 on a hand in BJ?” He asks me.
“I think that’s a terrible idea… but whatever you want…”
“No, seriously, I’ll bet $1k, and if I lose, I’ll bet $2k the next hand… I’ll probably come out ahead!”
“No, that’s called martingale-ing and it doesn’t work…”
“I’m going to do it”
And so, that’s how we found ourselves sitting for one more hand of BJ:
He loses his first hand, but gets dealt AA on his second ($2k) hand against a dealer 6. After the split, he’s left with a soft 19 and a soft 18, which doesn’t matter, since the dealer busts, and he’s up a cool $3k. Easy game.
In my 7 days in Vegas, I played 58 hours of poker, almost evenly split between $5-$10 NL at the Rio and $10-$20 at the Bellagio. In the end, I finished ahead by $5300 in poker.
In blackjack, according to our host, I was rated as having an average bet of $215, and played 4 hours and 15 minutes in total. My BJ sessions look like this: +1225, +1050, -2750, -3800, +750, +5500, -700, -300, so I finished ahead of the Bellagio by an almost even cool $1000, and giving me a total of $6300 for the trip.
My buddy was rated even higher, averaging just shy of $400 average bet, and putting in 6.5 hours of blackjack. In our 7 days at the Bellagio, we had also racked up $1400 in room charges, of which our host comped us half of it, leaving us with a bill of $700, which my buddy and I split.
My expenses, however, were quite numerous. We had 2 nice dinners outside of the Bellagio, which came up to $300 and $250. My buddy and I flipped for both these bills, and somehow, I ended up losing BOTH of them!
I also tallied my table massages, and over the week, I had spent a total of $620 on massages. $700 for daybed and bottles at encore, $400 for bottles at Palm Beach. I spent $1200 shopping (bought myself a nice Hugo Boss suit, among other things), and another $500 for other random things. Add to that the $1000 I spent on airfare and hotel costs (we got a sick deal on expedia), and my total costs for this trip comes out to around the $5000 mark.
So, I managed to get myself a nice vacation, some great experiences, and a bunch of new clothes AND finish ahead around $1.5k… not bad for a week’s work if you ask me!
To top it all off, our host arranged for us to get driven back to the airport in style.
Until next time Las Vegas!