Had a few hours to spare, so I headed over to Aria for some 2-5. First mini bad beat was the Bellagio walkway which wasn't working.
My table was pretty decent. The guy in the 7 seat was playing 90% of hands and blowing off stack after stack to the table. I managed to get a bit of it. In addition to him, two other players were driving the action, and it was obvious that my best play would be to tighten up and leverage my image to steal and go for value when I had the goods. It worked for the most part. In for 1000, out for 1500ish.
It was then time for dinner, my choice, so I took us to Sage in Aria. If you've been reading this TR, you know it's one of my favorites.
On the way, we stopped by the Caesars sports book and my friend spread about 1500 over several cfb playoff games.
Once at Sage, We sat at the bar, and the bartender Aaron recognized me from previous trips and walked over to shake my hand and say hello. That was impressive.
Check out the wall of whiskeys in this place.
And part of the flight menu
I didn't snap as many pics as before, but I stuck pretty much to my routine. We went family style and started with the oysters, then did the roasted pear, wagyu beef tartare, and finished with the scallops and veal cheeks. Uh-mazing.
After dinner we decided to Uber back to Cromwell and degen at a blackjack table. After all kinds of ups and downs, I somehow squeezed out a 300ish win. Yes, I beat the devil and won at BJ.
After that we hit up craps, where of course I played the dark side, which earned me the meanest scorn I've ever received from a fellow craps player. She told me to NOT bet against the shooter because he was hot. Whatever. I was up and down and came out slightly ahead. We then went back to BJ, I lost a little, but ended the pit session with a decent win. My buddy was just wiped out in brutal fashion.
He called it a night so I went back to Aria for more 2-5. Sat at a table of mostly fish and ended up getting paid on a set I hit on the flop. I also hit a straight flush and went for gold against a V who appeared to have the high flush, but he didn't and folded to my river shove.
There was one big spot at the table. He kept calling down with bottom pair, gutshots and other crap. One example was him calling a 200bb all-in on a stupid wet turn with middle pair (which he won obv). And he kept winning and felting players. I tried valiantly to get in hands with him, value betting the piss out of anything as good as 2nd pair, but could never get a large pot.
By the end of the night I was up about 400.