The greyhound rungood is absolutely real.

2nd or 3rd orbit at table, drunk high BK (see OP), after already dusting a buy in 3b A9o and barreling off on an A high board for some reason, opens to 11 UTG. Fishy lady UTG1 flats, I go 40 with AJo UTG2 ready to go to mat vs BK for his 250.

They both flat lol.

Flop KJ2r, check check I go 35, he folds she calls.

Turn 2, check check.

River J, she leads 75, I shove for 210 effective she pretty much snaps with KThh.

Channel the MuckPls, pls.



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I am just so ****ing damn good at poker. A true legend.

I open AKo to 15, 3 callers, button goes 125, I rip for his 350 effective, and he folds.

I open A3dd, multiway flop of T53dxx, I turn 2 pair and win a nice one.

Just a legend.

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So my phone battery has just shat the bed completely and I'm struggling to keep it going, will have to do this in fits and spurts and properly update when home, hence the below part speedy writing here.

Won 700 at 1-3 yesterday by valuebetting perhaps the biggest calling station of all time, I ripped for 3x pot on K high board with AA when led into and got snapped off by K3o. No good maam.

Ate at Hot and Juicy crawfish. For me a good seafood boil is as close to utopia as it is possible to get. The word "epiphany" comes to mind when I think back to my first one. Better than losing my virginity (which was frankly shambolic, more so than the first attempt at shelling a crawdad).

Oysters totally adequate and nothing more. Boil delicious. Guy talked us down from spice level to mild, I got indignant and demanded medium. He was right the prick, I sweat through my shirt almost. Couldn't let on though had to pretend it was fine and could have easily had the spicier one. BK ****ing cracked up at me trying to cover up my near death.







Dumped 300 at BJ with a run so bad even the dealer mocked me, won one hand out of the 300 at a q a go LOL.

Today picked up my midlifecrisismobile, and am currently sitting in a diner in Boulder City about to eat a chile rellano casserole.



I am not a car guy, but driving this with the roof down and banging drum and bass blasting through the mountains and desert was ****ing brilliant.



I even bought ****ing Aviators to do it in. That's ****ing right.





After the Dam im picking up the lads (X got in this morning!), and we are going to some off strip dives to shoot dice with the interesting locals. British accents always go down well in those parts, let us ****ing go.

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Oh and BK went to Aria to play poker after I went to bed (at 1145 due to needing to get up this morning.... and being lame), won $1450 at 1-3, got hammered, woke me up when he came in at 6am and immediately started snoring so loudly I couldn't get back to sleep.

The real fun in Vegas is the friends you make along the way.

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Awesome on the poker run good. Keep it up!

We made that same hoover dam rental mustang convertible trip a couple years ago, pre covid. Also took a drive through valley of fire. Thanks for the TR, enjoying.

Legit laughed out loud at this, lets go!

3-5 NL, in for 700, let us MuckPls.



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Yep. I win first 3 hands.



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Enjoyable trip report and good luck to us on Sunday in pretty much a ‘must win’ game. COYS..

Game is unbelievably good. People just sending it in with bad top pairs. Sitting on about 925 from 700 while being card dead, made a couple of very nice plays I'm quite proud of.

Heading to get more oysters shortly I think

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The S550 Mustang is a beast, and the convertible is a so much fun. I bought mine after my last trip (I accounted for poker wins in centi-Mustangs that trip) and it's not exactly stock but it will drop Huracan Evos like a bad habit, and even slowly walked away from an AMG GT Black until I started getting worried about my lame 'vert aero.


If this be midlife crisis, make the most of it!

Absolutely loved driving it cutting through the mountains, and I drive (and LOVE) my Hyundai Ioniq lol, just not a car guy, but man it was awesome. I drove the entire strip to say I had done it, that was fun but nothing like driving over towards (and in) Arizona.

In for 700 out for 990 at 3-5 at South Point. Then dumped 200 of that at 10 craps in about 20m.

Now at posh burger at Aria.

Oh and X showed up with his buddy, who happens to be a former NFL offensive lineman who I'm not going to name. Things might get interesting.

First live craps session of the trip. El Cortez. 15 min. In for 400 (a few rolls in):



Horrible start, fortunately I was up in a couple of shooters time. Out for...



High roughness.

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Rough ropey evening last night. Not even sure it was fun. Just confusing.

Lunch at Gordon Ramsay Pub in Caesars which was absolutely bang average and expensive. Burger was just bad. That can **** off.

2-5 in for 500 (which is the cap and I sort of like it i think)



And channeling Muckpls immediately



BK also at table and both of us at roughly a dime from 500 start, in first 45m. LFG.

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lol brechtaments

The good old $1k triangle with a little extra. Good game.



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Lost track of updating this thread, will sort when back home.

At hotel about to go grab dinner and then head to airport.

Last night Carversteak called me when I was in an Uber en route to Resorts World telling me they couldn't accommodate my reservation (which was made weeks ago) due to "technical difficulties", without explaining what happened when pressed. When I got there I walked up to the restaurant and it certainly seemed like they were open.

I was absolutely fuming, lol, I assume a big player wanted a table and they had to push someone, wish they'd just have been up front. Maybe they somehow overbooked but they would have known that ages ago.

Then today I get an email from them asking for feedback on my meal experience there, ****ing LOL. I will write that feedback email tomorrow.

So I basically left off here which was Friday afternoon, couple of posts since but I'm back now and recovered (somehow, despite being almost entirely sober the whole time (except Friday), I'm still ruined. Damn Vegas).

Apologies for lack of photos but as previously discussed phone was beyond arse over tit all weekend....

So I play 3-5 at South Point and win 290, not a lot of hands of interest other than a guy in a giant "Let's Go Brandon!" shirt complaining that the table was short-handed for ages and said to floor "tell those cheapass 2-3 players to go to the ATM!" proceeding to blast through $900 by buying in 3 times for the minimum $300.

The irony was as delicious as the seafood boil the previous night.



Killer.

I prefer not to bring politics into these things but I'm certainly not sad this particular gentleman blasted off like that. In fact at one point he check-SNAP called with ATss on Q J 9 Xss and didn't get there on the river vs JXo and laid into the dealer (I mean really out of line), I said "don't blame the dealer sir, it's not good form, especially after limping pre". Turns out perhaps South Point not the best casino to do that in with a British accent.

Immediately go to a $10 craps table and buy in for $200, first point is a 6, take max the incredibly stingy 2x max odds, 7 out. Second point is an 8, max DOUBLE odds and immediate 7 out. My roll. Let's do TheGramuelMartingale (hereinafter TGM) and go $15 pass. Ace-deuce. $25 pass now with only 2x odds, TGM is perhaps not the most sound mathematical strategy.

6 point established, $50 max odds now, $25 come, 9 new point for me, max the $50 odds on that 9. Hit the 8 4x out of 6 rows without putting anything on there, then a 7 out. And I'm done, just like that. A cold run at a -EV game makes me feel dead inside, so I run out of SP with less than $100 profit, but a win is a win.

Back to Park MGM to get changed, BK is with X at their suite at their hotel with the previously mentioned former NFL player. I wander over to Posh Burger and get the $24 wagyu burger and a beer, my second drink of the trip. Burger was really quite solid, but I'm not paying that price again.

I decide that I might have a few drinks this evening for maybe the 3rd time in 3 years. Not a good decision. Took BK downtown, sit at Binions face-up Pai Gow for a while where BK hits a Royal with $5 on the fortune bonus for $750 on maybe his 5th hand. Guy sits down in the 1 seat and immediately loses 5 hands in a row by not knowing how the game works and losing hands he literally could have not only pushed, but outright won (remember this is FACE UP PAI GOW), felt bad for him as he was clearly out of his mind (and not even interesting while being so), but alas.

I break even for about an hour downing the super high quality whisky available for free (Crown), and topping it up with trips to the bar for Woodford Reserve. I'm not a small dude and I used to be a real heavy drinker so it used to take a while to get me smashed, however my lack of drinking means my tolerance isn't what it was, but my ATTITUDE is definitely what it was, and I quickly become somewhat obnoxiously happy.

Go to El Cortez as described above, punt off money at craps, back to hotel and BK goes out to go nuts I just go to bed at around 4am, leaving........................

.........Saturday.

I pass out at around 415, BK gets back around 645 and my alarm goes off at 10 for us to get somewhere to watch the games. I somehow forget to bet any games all day Saturday by the way, and BK is getting crushed (average bet of ~$80, he is 1-8 through first 2 days but winning at poker so guess it's fine?).

We wake up somehow and decide to go to Caesar's Palace to grab lunch and play poker there (not gonna lie, my desire to go there may have been influenced by MuckPls having such success there).

I eat this very good salty french onion soup:



and this really quite bad burger, but needs must with my first hangover of 2022, might be my 3rd this decade:



I have a like/hate relationship with Ramsay places. You are generally paying for the name and they're solid if unspectacular. Occasionally they are transcendent, and sometimes they are flat out below par. This was the last of those options. Won't go again.

As you can see a few posts above poker went well for both BK and myself at 2-5 at CZRs, we were both up about $500 in a few orbits of the table, me due to these two hands:

3 limps, cutoff goes $25, I go $70 next to act with JJ (she is fairly short), folds to her. Flop 9 5 4hh, she checks, I downbet to $60 (she has $160 total and I'm shoving/calling all turns), she calls.

Turn isn't the greatest in the 9d, but she just open rips and I of course snap and win vs her 77.

Then very next hand straddled pot to $10, UTG+1 limp, UTG+2 goes to $60, MP calls, I look down at AQ and go to $210, folds to MP who calls his last $50 (yes he overcalled $60 with $110 total) and I win with no pair without seeing his hand.

EZ game.

I then lose a big one when I don't notice that a backdoor flush has got there on river and my hero call for a PSB with T9cc on K T 4ssd 3d Qd goes wrong vs A5dd, and I'm back to up just a couple hundred and cursing myself for doing anything but value betting the nuts at low stakes live NL.

Fwiw guy was capable I think, shown by this hand I button straddled to $10, (action at CZR starts UTG with a button straddle, then if not raised it skips the button to the SB and after the BB the button has an option), 2 limps, skips me, he is BB and goes $60, 1 call, I make it $200 with KQss, he thinks and rips for $700ish effective, UTG calls all in for his last $300, I think for a longish time and fold, guy had isolated with QJs and I like it (will also come into play later).

Then a guy sits down who is the exact sort of guy I hate. Loud, rowdy, obviously the big man in his group of friends, making disparaging comments about women constantly ("why would I ever want to get married? You can get a new wife every night here in Vegas"), also spent a lot of time bragging about his real estate portfolio.

BK is hungover as ****, still not sober even, as you can imagine, sitting next to this guy who is SO LOUD. Then guy limps pre, BK isolates, bets the 9 high flop when checked to, bets the brick turn, then snap calls guys lead when 3 pairs on river and all draws brick. BK wins K9hh > a rather expertly played AQo, guy loses his damn mind.

"That's a brave call when that 3 pairs on the river. You keep making those calls".

Obv not gonna post someone's face, but big chunky chain deserves to be seen.



Couple orbits later there are a few limps, I make it $30 from CO with AJo, loud chain guy defends bb, then just open rips like $127 on A 8 7r, I call, then he tuts in disgust when I turn over the winner unimproved.

I throw the dealer 2 red birds and say "thanks for making it against that guy in particular" which gets a few laughs from the table including the guy on my DR spilling his vodka cranberry on me when laughing, that's actually cool bro (genuinely is).

Make some more hands, bluff BK when I CR turn after picking up an OESD to go with flopped flush draw (he only folded A high but it still feels good), and then with stack sitting at about $1500 and after a table change this happens.

Button straddle, 4 limps, I go $90 from SB with QTss, LP flats, folds to button who shoves what turns out is $187 in, I feel like I have to isolate here with the dead money so I just ship for MP's $350 effective, he tanks for ages and then open folds TT (****ing LOL), I lose to AJo as neither of us make a pair, announce queen high, LP says "what the **** are you doing???" to me and shakes his head. I leave it until he says "if I'd have known you were an idiot", I leave it again, maybe 15 seconds later he looks at me again and says "what did you think I had????", to which I finally said "a better hand than mine which I wanted you to fold".

Cash out $1283 for a +$783 session in 4 hours.

Back to ParkMGM, I force BK to join me on the walk through Cosmo because I am a huge fan of Milk Bar, and I want to get some cereal milk. Turns out they only have the soft-serve there but they do offer a Cereal Milk White Russian, and what kind of person would I be if I didn't get one of those? As you've seen me say I don't really drink, but this would just have been rude. This thing was otherworldy good.



BK has to go meet X and buddy, I go to sleep for an hour, then get an Uber to ResortsWorld to play for a bit before our reservation at Carversteak. As posted above, they had technical difficulties and had to cancel our reservation, I was furious but looks like they were telling the truth and what can they do? The person who called me had obviously had to make a bunch of those phone calls and she was very nice, polite, professional and apologetic, I have no hard feelings about Carversteak, they don't want to close down in these spots do they.

They assure me that the people I saw in there dining were earlier reservations they were finishing up that had been seated before the system went down. You know what, whatever, that's fine.

They kindly reached out the next day offering a $300 credit for next time we go, or if we aren't planning to go back then to send me a care package to my home address. I will go back for sure, but I think that's largely because.......

ResortsWorld is AWESOME. I mean really really great. I had an amazing martini at one of the many bars (a dry martini with a twist is a simple drink, but it's amazing how many people **** it up, and when it's really good it's absolutely noticeable). The spacious layout of the casino, the people, the low minimums (I played $25 a hand fortune pai gow on a Saturday night and saw a $15 min what I believe was a regular craps table), the food options. l33t.

So l33t I will probably stay there next time assuming prices not too ridiculous.

I look on my phone and try to book a steakhouse for lunch the next day, only real option is STK and I don't love this because a) it's a chain, b) it's at the Cosmo so immediately 15% more expensive, and c) their brunch menu doesn't include the full seafood tower, but needs must and I book it anyway.

Anyhow, at this point BK has just decided to go nuts and is at some off strip hip-hop club with X and friends with friends of X getting them free booze and the like. I decide night is a write-off for me (no desire to get DRUNK again, that sucked and I didn't even enjoy the feeling), so go to get up from the table and immediately realize I'm hypoglycemic.

I'm a type 1 diabetic (please try to forget the comments about Milk Bar above) and for any other type 1s out there you'll know this feeling. I instantaneously start just gushing and pouring sweat, slight fuzziness of thought in the head and tingling in the extremities. I need sugar. Now. Fortunately I'm well versed enough in this and in casinos to find my way to the hotel lobby store (bar too busy), I've never been happier to spend $20 on 2 packs of skittles, some apple juice and a twix. I stand in the hallway vacuuming skittles down my throat like some horrible candy-addicted goblin, collecting odd looks from the rather attractive crowd walking past like Barry Bonds collected home run records.

Stagger to a slot machine to sit down and deal with the 5-15 mins of feeling terrible and just wanting to down more sugar (and knowing you shouldn't) until your blood pumps enough around your body to feel normal again.

I immediately uber to In-N-Out, scoff down a double double animal style, then back to Park MGM. At this point it's only 1am but I'm done, I order a glass of brandy at the bar as a nightcap, and the texts from BK suggest he very much is doing stuff I do not want to do, so I go to the room and fall asleep to the dulcet tones of Sportscenter.

I then get woken up by him coming in at 530am shouting "he's aliveeeeeeeeeee!" and carrying two old fashioneds. I go back to sleep as my soccer team is about to play at 930 and I want to get to the Crown and Anchor pub where the fan club meet. I wake up about 10m later and he's asleep carrying an old fashioned in one hand and his phone in the other, I delicately remove the old fashioned and pour it into his water bottle that he leaves by his bed hoping he accidentally takes a huge glug in the morning when he wakes up. Some would call this petty. Those people are right.

That leaves Sunday which I will write tomorrow...............

Damn $15 craps at the ELCo. I use to balk when they raised it over $3.

Binion's was $25 min aside from one $15 table that was 3 people deep waiting, The D was $25 min, Four Queens too I was told though didn't see.

Very enjoyable read and a reminder to myself to also be careful with my comments in a British accent when I've had a few drinks

lol - I'm not a particularly argumentative or aggressive guy, but when people are being dicks I absolutely am a very sarcastic guy. With a British accent you get away with it in the US for the most part (lived here for a dozen years, well versed in it at this point), but there's something about people laying into dealers or other players that turns me a little more confrontational than I should be.

Guy at BJ table at Paris this weekend accused the dealer of cheating as he stormed off, causing pit boss to come over, the pit bosses tend to appreciate the players who say things like "hmmm it's almost like the dealer has a built in mathematical advantage" as she laughed when I said that. Different to the people playing who seem to actually think they might win.

Not sure if I mentioned it in my TR, but I had a absolutely miserable guy at the Bellagio abuse the dealer as well. He was both drunk and just a miserable human being. The subject was rake in different poker rooms in Vegas and somehow tipping the dealers came up. The douchebag won a big pot and as he drags it in he says "Why tip the dealer, they are already taking too much money from the rake anyway. I am not giving a dollar extra". Dealer was a very friendly young girl who has been working there for a few years, I recognized her from previous trips. I apologized in the guys name and gave her a $10 tip and what happened next was the most beautiful moment in poker history. The entire table (except the douchebag obviously) tipped the dealer $10 each. The guy was eyeballing me for a while, I am not a big person my any means but was maybe twice the size of him so if he would start something it wouldnt end well for him haha. He just walked away a couple of hands later grumpy. I love dealers, 99% of them are really really nice and when on a good run at blackjack I usually tip several hundred $.