OP said he had a "dont give a **** roll" of 3kt in the first post. Dunno why there is so much nittery over how much money is too much money to lose. If you can't see the stupidity in arguing over it then you are truly lost and cannot be saved.

On a related note, if it's wrong to dislike the OP, I don't want to know what's right. It just feels too good.

blastedj for fail TR meme 2014.

The kid posted a pic of 5k. Only changed his story afterwards.

Try to keep up.

You're missing the point.

Do you see?

I love that this thread continues to live on. I guess it means that you all really love my live trip report. For that I thank all of you, I couldn't have done it without you.

Your counting skills are interesting. The pic has $3,500 in it. I'm not sure where the $5k number came from, but it does make for a more interesting story.

As far as shoes, I like the Allen Edmonds for casual stuff and they do work pretty well for some business stuff. I have a pair of Alden cordovan wingtips that are my go to for suits and formal stuff. Classic look and probably the most comfortable pair of shoes I own. Check them out next time you take a break from running your own shop.

I like reading TRs because I like hearing other Vegas stories and the feedback gives me ideas for mine. When a nerd like you trolls everyone it is just annoying, if you are as successful as you portray and still find it amusing to troll people here than you are a pretty big loser. In other words EAD!

Well, if I've figured out anything, it's that I can't do love trip reports. Shortly after that, I figured out that I don't really have the time or motivation to update this thing after the fact, but I'll try and put a quick tombstone on this thing, very longcliffs style.

Edit : written from my phone, so there are hideous typos and autocorrects. I went back through once to clean it up a little, but I've left it mostly in its natural, unedited state. For your enjoyment.

For those that are wondering whether I put a pistol in my mouth after losing a little under $4k in a night, sorry to disappoint, but I didn't.

What I can say is I felt surprisingly bad about it, given that I had specifically budgeted the money so that I wouldn't have to worry about it (or so I thought).

My first night of the trip consisted of getting just completely hammered and then blasting every game in the pit. I have spotty memories of playing blackjack, craps, roulette, some game that I think might have been casino war and just losing with unbelievable consistency.

I tried the old, take down $1,000 and put the rest in the safe, as a stop loss. That didn't work as I hit the $1,000 loss mark when I was probably rocking about a .25 BAC, so I immediately charged back up and grabbed the other $2,500.

Aside - I honestly don't know where the $5k number came from. Did I say that somewhere? The picture I posted was almost exactly $3,500, so I never had $5k. Doesn't matter I suppose, I just find it interesting. Back to the live trip report.

So I went back down to the casino floor and, quite honestly, I'm not sure exactly what happened right after that. I know I played in the pits for a while longer and then went and played some $1/3 for about an hour.

After that, I met the group for steaks at smith and wollenskys (not the best place, but certainly good enough, and it's tradition for first night). Had a great bone in NY, mac and cheese, vegetables, couple glasses of wine and then straight back out of there and back to the tables.

I imagine it was roughly 11pm at this point and I didn't leave the poker table until about 10am the next morning. I generally like playing cards drunk, and usually I can do alright.

That was kiiiiiiiind of the case for a while. I apologize for lack of detail, but it was a roller coaster. One of my bigger regrets is that I fell into a pissing match with another guy at the table, and got beat. He and I were peppering back and forth all night. Some good natured, some not. I was spewing like a damn blind monkey for the first 3-4 hours. By my best estimation, I bought and re bought to the tune of about $1,000.

After the initial spew fest, I did manage to get a pretty good run going, but at this point I was completely off of sobriety's radar. At some point that I would guess is about 4am, I was in an all in hand and whoever I was against asked for a count. I had just about $1,500 in front of me, so I was actually even for the moment.

Sometime shortly thereafter, I was I a hand with the 46. I raised to ~$15 or so in EP, because I was awesome right then, and got 2-3 callers. Flop comes 24x9

I bet something, I don't remember what, but a guy with 2 stacks and a hill raises to $125 or so. I took a quick look at his stack and bet $333, mostly to be a jackass and also because I wanted to put him in.

Well, turns out he didn't have one bill, he had 7. So, so I'm faced with calling $600 or so more against what I'm sure is a set. After some yammering, I call and it blanks out.

I flip my cards up knowing I'm no good but wanting the table to console me on missing a million outs. V proudly turns over Q9o and begins to berate me for being a lose donkey (guilty). But it managed to tilt me enough to really start the downward spiral.

I wonder what happens to the trip if I win that hand (which ended up being a flip, although I thought I was a little more of a dog when I called). It would have put me within range of even for the trip. Who knows, it's more than likely I would have spewed it off anyway and just felt worse off .

Well that left me with $4-500 or so. I lost a couple other pots and got down to about $250. At that point, I reached into my pocket to top up and realized that I had $65 in my pocket.

It ****ing sucked. It was a big time combo of having been up for well over 24hrs, combined with some tilt, combined with coming to grips that the majority of my losses were in pit games (which I usually control to some extent).

I felt like ****. I was dead ass tired, but I was so wired for the 5-6 redbulls and whatevers that I had throughout the course of the night that I could barely sleep when I went back to room. I slept for about an hour and a half before waking up again, unable to get back to sleep.

I got up and met up with some of the group but my system was so ****ing far off I just couldn't get anything right. I had $200 at that point (I took $150 or so off the table when I finally left) and my whacked out brain decided that I would punish myself by not going to the ATM.

At this point, I'm ruining my own trip. As I'm walking back to my room to try once again to sleep and maybe kick the funk, I posted the "things went very very badly" no more live trip report, post that sent this thing into the ****ter.

Aside - WTF? What about tigerpaws TR? He's doing build up posts with frikin Hunter S Thompson quotes a the beginning and he fell off right in the middle too. Moreover, his TR to that point was way better than mine. Why they hell do I catch so much flack? I suppose it's because I waved the white flag for all the trolls to see instead of just sinking I to oblivion. Whatever, now I'm famous. Back to the story.

So I just flushed Friday down the toilet.

Saturday I woke up super early having gone to bed at something pitiful like 8pm so I took my $150 back to the poker room and played for a while, managing to just about double up before going to meet the group for some hoops.

We ended up at the barrel room, or something like that, outside Monte Carlo and decided to be conned into the $100 all you can drink bracelets. I figured I had an extra $150, so what the hell. I can say that over the course of the next 4 hours, my cost per drink ended at $12.50, so I consider it a bargain.

After that we cruised around for a while, eventually ending up at PH. I was pretty much just tag alonging at this point, but eventually me and a buddy look for a table to sit at (I have $150 or so left at this point).

He wants to play Casino War for some unknown reason. Thankfully the table is full of other idiots, but there is a 3 card poker table next to it. After quick discussion that we don't know how to play, we sit down and tell the dealer she needs to tell us how to play.

So we learn, and actually hit a damn good run of luck. I put $100 down to start and relatively quickly run it into $400. Then, inevitably, I'm back down to $75 bucks. So of course, I put ten on the play line and $40 on the sucker bet. This leaves me $25 left in the money I'm allowing myself to spend in Vegas.

Get my three cards, one 3... Two 3s.... Come on now, bango! Three threes. I put the cards down and out the $10 on the other spot you have to bet to play your hands and start telling my buddy I have a monster.

At this point, I didn't know what it pays, but I glance down at the table and read "three of a kind 30-1."

At this point I lost my mind a little bit.

It wasn't that the $1,200 was some insane amount of money (but we can agree it's not nothing) it was the feeling of instant bail out (well, partial bail out). Just like that, I was on in the hole a respectable $2,000 or so.

After a short stint of knocking over my chair, running a small lap around the general area to high five strangers, I come back to gather my new found $$$$$. As I'm doing this, I tell the dealer I'm out. My buddy plays one last hand (I hesitate to even include this, as it will definitely ping some "BS" responses) but on the very next hand he hits a spade straight flush for the 40-1. He only had $20 on the sucker bet, but unbelievable none the less.

So, the new found cash, combined with a damn good buzz from the all-you-can-drink earlier has flipped me from mopey whining idiot into "I can't believe how great this is" guy.

We walked back across the street and through the Monte Carlo. As we're waking through, the open 3 card poker table requires that we sit down. Within 5 minutes, I have $75 on the sucker bet and hit a straight, good for 6-1. I am very good at three card poker.

Through the rest of the day we play some craps, I lose back a couple hundred, but walk out of Vegas with a respectable $1,600 in my pocket.

It was a roller coaster. Overall, fun, but wouldn't want to do it again.

Another thing I won't do again is a trip report. (You're welcome). But I found it amazing the people who just hate for no reason. I hate to break it to you, but I don't owe anybody ****. I thought it would be fun to do , it wasn't, and I underestimated the amount of time an commitment it would take to live update, it's a lot. To the people saying that I somehow owe people something, uh, what? I didn't make you click anything. I didn't make you read anything. Feel free to say the TR sucks (it did) but I just shake my head at the "you owe is this!!!!!!" Fist shaking that went on. Anyway rant over. And I suppose those posts got me to post this final "update" boring as it might be. So, you win (or lose, depending on how you look at it).

So, that's it. Hope you enjoyed it. Won't see you again next year. But it's likely I continue bantering with the trolls for as long as this stays open.

I like this a lot.

I can finally rest easy, thanks for the conclusion. If I do the same on my bachelor party TR I hope all the trolls force me to man up as well.

A late TR is better than no TR at all. You have a very nice writing style, which makes the report a ton of fun to read. Unfortunately, I know your feeling from the first night all too well. You describe it well enough that I got the familiar pit in my stomach feeling just reading it. "Never again," I say. "Probably next time," the devil on my shoulder whispers.

Anyway, screw the trolls, and I hope you sack up and write another report the next time you're in town...but this one with tons of chip porn and run-good.

Haters gonna hate. As you found out, it's very time consuming to write a detailed TR, especially if you lost a bunch.

I enjoyed your TR and hope you have better run good next time.

Well decent update.. kudos OP

You still managed to do one of the better more anticipated trip reports in a long time. Ha so it actually worked out better this way.

OP you need to care a little bit less about what a bunch of screen names on a poker forum think.

Nice run at 3 card poker! And mixing red bull with booze is never a good idea. It looks like you figured that one out.

Thanks for posting!

Agreed. This dip***** wants the love when its pre-trip and when things are going well. But as soon as things go south he runs away like a p&ssy.

Ban is the only play here

A ban-really?? Not sure how many times you've been to Vegas, but it has a way of making time fly by. Compounding that with the "obligation" of a TR, especially when you're losing is really tough.

If you hated blasted so much, you can always choose not to open his thread rather than throw insults out over the interwebs.

Agreed! We cannot let the importance and purity of these forums be compromised by a slovenly trip report. Ban! Ban! Ban!

Agreed! I just cant help myself but respond to the trolls, I cant explain it... Their powers are irresistible.

And yes, definitely out on the anythingwithredbull drinks next time.

Nice update blasted, enjoyed reading it. Been there done that on the first night, and it sucks! Hopefully we learn from our mistakes. Anyway, glad you left town with $1,600 in your pocket.

Yes, for you.

Agree. Ban Jim_Beam for entitlement and bypassing the obscenity filter.

Nice TR B7.

A grown man asking for a ban for another grown man for "bypassing the obscenity filter" is honest to god the most pathetic thing I think I've ever had the misfortune to witness.

My point was that Jim_Beam has actually done something that is an offense on 2p2. Blasted7 has not.

And I question that Jim_Beam is a grown man. Maybe physically.

again i don't think the sentiment was that our boy blasted was "offensive" or that he "owed anyone anything"

i can only speak for myself when i say i don't feel I'm owed anything and i don't really care whether someone finishes a TR or not...fact is though that when you build something (anything) up to a certain level and you don't follow through people are naturally going to ridicule you.

its no different to a guy from work constantly talking about how awesome he is at hockey or something and then you get out on the ice for a company game and he cant even stand up on his skates. some friend of a friend constantly talking about his culinary expertise and when he cooks for you it tastes like an allen edmonds shoe (a cheap one too...not a "made in america $350 one) covered in salt.

get it?

ps-the fact that some other dude who disappeared in a TR just got told he "pulled a blasted" is absolutely hysterical. its apparently right up there with "pulling a munson" now

ignoring the part where op went awol, this is actually a pretty good tr. glad you clawed your way back out of the deep hole after being down to your last 150 on day 1

agreed. thoroughly enjoyed it when it finally arrived