Day 7, the day a lyft driver explains there are casinos in Vegas.
It’s still early when Ropski and Fedor make their way to the supermarket.
The bread we bought the last time wasn’t that good, just an ordinary (stale) loaf of bread, so one of the items on the shopping list is decent bread. When they ask the personnel in the supermarket, they’re sent to the bakery just outside.
Ropski enters the bakery and asks for bread but the girl behind the counter looks at him as if he speaks Swahili. For some reason this bakery doesn’t sell bread. She advises him to try the supermarket instead.
They head back to the supermarket again, where a clerk tells them that a fresh batch of French bread has just been delivered.
Ropski walks up to the girl that is handling the crates and asks if he can have some bread. The girl, standing there with a crate of French bread in her hands, starts explaining that he should go to the bakery, just outside… sigh…
The clerk is probably used to her lack of intelligence and shouts to her that she should give Ropski the bread.
The lyft driver is very helpful and talkative. After some smalltalk about the differences between Holland and the US, the conversation comes to Vegas Knights and he asks if they did some sports betting.
Acting like the dumb tourists again they ask if you can bet on sports here. He starts to explain that every casino in Vegas has a sportsbook where you can place bets.
“Casinos?”
Without wondering if they are, a) aliens, b) completely stupid or c) fooling him, he now starts to explain that all those big buildings are casinos. In fact, the big green building close to the Wyndham is the MGM. A casino! Very interesting sir… thanks for the tip!
They bought salmon, lettuce, red onions and a lot more so we have a killer breakfast.
fully stocked fridge again
After our visit to the pool it’s time to take a shower. The splashing sound I make when I enter the bathroom is a bad sign. Our toilet is leaking and the entire floor is wet. I call the front desk and within a few minutes the plumber arrives. Props for the Wyndham for quickly taking care of this! It’s only the plunger and it’s an easy fix.
Ropski is not feeling 100% and is staying in while Fedor and I head to over Caesars. We play poker for a while but the main reason we went there is to watch game 3 of the Knights and Golden State vs Houston in the Sportsbook.
The lack of sleep is taking its toll and Fedor nods off. I think this is an excellent idea, so I completely miss the 2nd period as well.
After this power nap we’re hungry and decide to go to Holsteins in the Cosmopolitan for a burger and shake.
Still in the mood for poker we go next door to the Bellagio. When I sit down, someone who I played with in the Bally’s yesterday recognizes me. He jokes: “ah, the guy who constantly raises, time to get up”.
Funny how sometimes your own perspective of how you play is completely different from others. In my opinion I didn’t play aggressively at all, but in his book, I am a maniac.
Fedor is really tired and heads back home at 1am. I feel great and the table is also excellent.
When a seat opens, a drunk, but well-dressed guy sits next to me. Even his initials are embroidered on the sleeves of his shirt. He’s also quite talkative and I’m afraid he is going to be annoying but he turns out to be very funny. He doesn’t really care if he loses and whenever a big pot goes to his opponent he says things like, “my wife and my 4-year old thank you for stealing that pot from me”.
I stack him with 44 on a 34J9 board where he overbets the pot and goes AI for 250. I snap-call, river is a brick and I’m good (he had KJ).
After a nice session with a $550 profit I leave the Bellagio at 4am.