VPC Goes Vegas 2016
03-11-2016
, 02:48 PM
VPC Went Vegas Day 6; The Casino Crawl
It’s 7:30 AM and I’m in a slight panic. I took sleeping pills at 3 AM. 5 AM. And 7 AM. Minutes of sleep so far? Zero. My pills are obviously not heavy so I’m no immediate danger of dying but this not sleeping has me worried. Insomnia really affected my 2010 trip badly and I don’t want that to happen once again. I’ve been to every continent except Oceania and I sleep perfectly everywhere on this planet except for this godforsaken bitch in the middle of the desert.
One look at Baars staring at the ceiling tells me all I need to know about the money I left him with last night. Today we’re going on our Casino Crawl. Mission is to drink and gamble at every Strip Casino. Guaranteed good times. After breakfast / lunch at the Showcase Food Court we stuff our bag pack with cold Budweiser’s and start crawling. First stop MGM Grand. The tactics for today are simple; a well thought out combo of Nelis* - Arno** - Duh Mat*** & D’n Beitol**** roulette.
Beitolkuh
* Nelis = Niels Fleuren (nr. 5). Left Full Back of our local soccer club. Famous for having the worst haircut in the western hemisphere.
** Arno = Arno Arts (nr. ?) very slow midfielder that used to play for our club. Late for every single duel on the pitch. Therefore Arno’s number is the last number that hit before we place our bet.
*** Duh Mat = Sandro Calabro (nr. 14). Former striker of our club. Famous for decreasing Iebus’s net worth by 50% every three months.
**** D’n Beitol = John Feskens (nr. 3). Retired football player that never played for our club. Ugly as f*ck though so popular within the VPC.
We also bet the number eight. No idea why really but who gives a rats ass when we pot that eight ball in the corner pocket on the very first spin? Right on the kisser. We bet $ 20,- per spin - $ 4,- per number - so we are up $ 120,- after the first Casino. Good start.
Team Rungood
As per usual Baars did not make it to the start of our Crawl due to….being Baars. We send him to every casino we are about to spin at but never find him. After an hour we just tell him to go sit on a bench at New York New York and wait till we arrive there. We brick at Tropicana, Mandalay, Luxor and Excalibur before meeting up with Baars. Baars can’t use the ATM today until 15:30 so he’s eyeballing his watch every 13 seconds during this Crawl.
Sidebets #VVSMuch
Hekskus
No sleep and a can of Budweiser per resort have my memory against the ropes here. I remember reloading Budweisers at the ABC Store across from Monte Carlo. Next clear memory is a group picture that is taken in front of Fraties favourite Vegas restaurant; Beijing Noodles No. 9 aka Kwok at Caesars.
Kwok
After a short Pizza break at Treasure Island we try to ditch Damvic at the McDonalds in front of Slots – A – Fun. I think we had one more hit till we reach the likes of Circus Circus. This dump has a special place in the heart of the Filty Few as it was our first Vegas residence in 2009. After bricking the pot dollars few us decide to let it ride on the roulette waiting for the cocktail waitress to return with eight Corona’s.
As a Vegas Fanboy it hurts to see the closed doors at a 1955 icon like Riviera. Either blow the place up or open that classic but don’t leave her hanging like this. Anyway, we brick at Encore but bink a 14 at Wynn and get lost inside the casino. After we go outside and move to the next Casino we bink another direct hit when we realise we are actually still at the Wynn about 30 feet from the last roulette table we played at. I’m sure Steve will recover from the hit. On our way over to Palazzo we experience some headwinds which cause the few hairs left on Damvic’s skull to stand up straight. Iebus and I try to film the ordeal but our vain boy runs for the hills.
Screenshot!
We brick at Palazzo and Venetian before crashing at the Venetian food court. I’m spinning on my feet from an alcohol / hyperventilation combo. The rest of the group is falling apart as well. Damvic and Wum want to go Spearmint but since it’s 21 hours the afternoon shift might still be working so they wait it out. I want to just not move. Bozzie wants to skype with Moon. Baars has $ burning in his pocket since 15:31 PM. Jelzo agrees, then disagrees, agrees again to finally disagree on the strip club idea. Despite running hot spirits are suddenly broken.
Hugo however doesn’t seem to agree with the waving the white flag strategy all that well as he storms off angry about four times in 15 minutes. We have to hold Hugo upside down to retrieve the group money and divide the loot. Damvic goes in full mediation mode but the angry ship has sailed and Hugo is very much on board. Whatever. Few of us grab a cap to Excalibur where I think I played some poker before crashing. Others make their way to the piano bar in New York New York before heading to the Strip clubs. Good day out that. Now shoot me.
Meanwhile in the Netherlands.
It’s 7:30 AM and I’m in a slight panic. I took sleeping pills at 3 AM. 5 AM. And 7 AM. Minutes of sleep so far? Zero. My pills are obviously not heavy so I’m no immediate danger of dying but this not sleeping has me worried. Insomnia really affected my 2010 trip badly and I don’t want that to happen once again. I’ve been to every continent except Oceania and I sleep perfectly everywhere on this planet except for this godforsaken bitch in the middle of the desert.
One look at Baars staring at the ceiling tells me all I need to know about the money I left him with last night. Today we’re going on our Casino Crawl. Mission is to drink and gamble at every Strip Casino. Guaranteed good times. After breakfast / lunch at the Showcase Food Court we stuff our bag pack with cold Budweiser’s and start crawling. First stop MGM Grand. The tactics for today are simple; a well thought out combo of Nelis* - Arno** - Duh Mat*** & D’n Beitol**** roulette.
Beitolkuh
* Nelis = Niels Fleuren (nr. 5). Left Full Back of our local soccer club. Famous for having the worst haircut in the western hemisphere.
** Arno = Arno Arts (nr. ?) very slow midfielder that used to play for our club. Late for every single duel on the pitch. Therefore Arno’s number is the last number that hit before we place our bet.
*** Duh Mat = Sandro Calabro (nr. 14). Former striker of our club. Famous for decreasing Iebus’s net worth by 50% every three months.
**** D’n Beitol = John Feskens (nr. 3). Retired football player that never played for our club. Ugly as f*ck though so popular within the VPC.
We also bet the number eight. No idea why really but who gives a rats ass when we pot that eight ball in the corner pocket on the very first spin? Right on the kisser. We bet $ 20,- per spin - $ 4,- per number - so we are up $ 120,- after the first Casino. Good start.
Team Rungood
As per usual Baars did not make it to the start of our Crawl due to….being Baars. We send him to every casino we are about to spin at but never find him. After an hour we just tell him to go sit on a bench at New York New York and wait till we arrive there. We brick at Tropicana, Mandalay, Luxor and Excalibur before meeting up with Baars. Baars can’t use the ATM today until 15:30 so he’s eyeballing his watch every 13 seconds during this Crawl.
Sidebets #VVSMuch
Hekskus
No sleep and a can of Budweiser per resort have my memory against the ropes here. I remember reloading Budweisers at the ABC Store across from Monte Carlo. Next clear memory is a group picture that is taken in front of Fraties favourite Vegas restaurant; Beijing Noodles No. 9 aka Kwok at Caesars.
Kwok
After a short Pizza break at Treasure Island we try to ditch Damvic at the McDonalds in front of Slots – A – Fun. I think we had one more hit till we reach the likes of Circus Circus. This dump has a special place in the heart of the Filty Few as it was our first Vegas residence in 2009. After bricking the pot dollars few us decide to let it ride on the roulette waiting for the cocktail waitress to return with eight Corona’s.
As a Vegas Fanboy it hurts to see the closed doors at a 1955 icon like Riviera. Either blow the place up or open that classic but don’t leave her hanging like this. Anyway, we brick at Encore but bink a 14 at Wynn and get lost inside the casino. After we go outside and move to the next Casino we bink another direct hit when we realise we are actually still at the Wynn about 30 feet from the last roulette table we played at. I’m sure Steve will recover from the hit. On our way over to Palazzo we experience some headwinds which cause the few hairs left on Damvic’s skull to stand up straight. Iebus and I try to film the ordeal but our vain boy runs for the hills.
Screenshot!
We brick at Palazzo and Venetian before crashing at the Venetian food court. I’m spinning on my feet from an alcohol / hyperventilation combo. The rest of the group is falling apart as well. Damvic and Wum want to go Spearmint but since it’s 21 hours the afternoon shift might still be working so they wait it out. I want to just not move. Bozzie wants to skype with Moon. Baars has $ burning in his pocket since 15:31 PM. Jelzo agrees, then disagrees, agrees again to finally disagree on the strip club idea. Despite running hot spirits are suddenly broken.
Hugo however doesn’t seem to agree with the waving the white flag strategy all that well as he storms off angry about four times in 15 minutes. We have to hold Hugo upside down to retrieve the group money and divide the loot. Damvic goes in full mediation mode but the angry ship has sailed and Hugo is very much on board. Whatever. Few of us grab a cap to Excalibur where I think I played some poker before crashing. Others make their way to the piano bar in New York New York before heading to the Strip clubs. Good day out that. Now shoot me.
Meanwhile in the Netherlands.
03-13-2016
, 08:16 AM
VPC Went Vegas Day 7; Downtown.
I wake up every two hours but manage to squeeze in at least 7/8 hours of very very much needed sleep. Today we head to our beloved downtown. Baars, Bozzie and me make our way to Earl of Sandwich before cabbing towards the Downtown Outlet Stores for some bargain hunting.
We all meet up at Binions around 1PM to play the Daily Tournament. After catching up on the Spearmint stories – yes, everyone went broke - the entire group enters the tourney. I have basically two options here; A) Don’t drink. Feel terrible. Feel a little better tomorrow. B) Get drunk. Feel awesome. Feel double terrible tomorrow. I go with option B. Rum and Coke are today’s medicine.
I love Binions. The dealers are all epic. They give each other so much ****. Absolutely hilarious. The tournament couldn’t have gone worse though. The very first hand I open Tens and my C-bet gets check-raised on a Q high flop. I call down all the way and the dude has JJ. Who the f*ck check-raises JJ on a dry Q high board and then ‘barrels’ 1/5th pot two streets? We also have that one dude at the table that every low limit table in Vegas seems to have. Sunglasses? Check. Headphones? Check. Serious look? Check. Not playing a single hand and then opening to 15X? Check.
To make matters worse Barcelona beats Arsenal. Bozzie and Iebus bet on Barcelona and there is a very easy way to make money in Vegas; follow Bozzie and Iebus around and bet the opposite team all day. Not today unfortunately. After successfully 4-betting Iebus with Q2o - #Aevol - things go south again rather quickly. Since it’s a re-entry I play accordingly. Loose and bad. I dust off the first bullet squeezing after an open and a call. Grandpa in de SB overcalls my 20 bigs without much thought. OR and the caller fold. My QJd can’t beat the all mighty 78c.
I re-enter with the plan of playing even worse but running a lot better. First hand after I re-enter I open KTo and flop Gin on JQA rainbow. Here we go. The old fart in the small blind – same table - calls a pot bet and in my mind I’ve already doubled up. I pot again on an off suit deuce turn. River Q. The old man leads pot for like 5k. I consider shipping since the Oldman would for sure lead QT & KQ as well but the way the tournament has been going so far I elect to just call. Old Man Coffee has Q2. Good times.
When my second Rum and Coke arrived earlier the waitress told me she made a mistake and accidently made it a double one. She offered to add coke and where I should have said ‘Yes, please do so’ I went with ‘That’s quite alright, miss’. Things get blurry fast. I last way longer in the tournament than expected after playing a decent shove / fold game. The tourney structure goes from 500/1K to 600/1200 to 1200/2400. Really? Who makes this **** up? I can’t remember how I busted or how the other guys did in the tourney. I don’t think anyone cashed.
No seats available in the 1/3 game so it sit down in 2-6 spread game and increase the intake of the double Rum and Cokes. Hugo is raping the 1/3 game. Hugo has a unique own style that can best be described as; Loose / Terrible. The thing with Loose / Terrible is once it gets some variance wind in its sails you better step aside really quickly.
#OnsHugo
The 2-6 spread game is great fun. For some reason I end up in a religious discussion. Being a drunk atheist is probably a recipe to get shot rather quickly but things proceed respectfully. I actually started the ‘discussion’ myself when a dude said: “I know I go to a better place when I die”. No you don’t. You think you go to a better place. I think you are wrong. No one f*cking knows. It always comes down to the fact that religious people can’t wrap their head around the fact that life might just end after our last breath;
Dude; “Where do you think you go after you die then?”
Me; “Uhh…nowhere?”
Dude; “What do you think it’s like to be dead then?”
Me; “Do you remember what is was like before you where born?”
Dude; “Uhh…No?”
Me; “So yeah…. Pretty much like that”
I don’t look down or troll religious people – I was raised catholic btw - I just find it rather strange that anyone < ~ 45 can be religious in this modern day and age. I really think we should start a ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ policy when it comes down to religion. This **** is getting out of control and frankly I’m a little fed up with having to strip down to my boxers at airport security because people that believe a guy flew up to the sky on a unicorn can’t get along with people that believe 2k years ago a woman got pregnant without doing the nasty stuff and gave birth to a child that could walk on water. Stop bothering me with that sh*t, alright?
“Deep Thoughts, Hamid”
Anyway. Wum joined the game after busting and we come up with the plan to go for Sushi later. Damvic and Iebus entered the 7PM tourney representing 20% of the field while I move steadily from drunk to sh*t-faced.
I find myself in taxi towards The Naked Fish with Wum and Hugo at God knows what time. The Naked Fish – at the Flamingo Road / Durango intersection – is a famous Sushi restaurant among Dutch Poker community. Although I think they ‘moved on’ to new spot The Naked Fish was on my Vegas bucket list. I’m too drunk to have any say in the ordering process and just nod at every suggested roll.
Wum and Hugo order like ten specialty rolls and they are all A+. I’ve only been eating Sushi for like two years but this is definitely a new high. I expected a nose bleed bill but it think the taxi costs were higher than the food costs. Very reasonable prized.
On our way back to The Strip Hugo suggest bowling. If I had to guess we went bowling at Gold Coast but it might as well have been Orleans. Don’t ask me who won either. I do remember Wum and Hugo going for some craps after. I’m completely done at this point. After another ‘five more minutes’ I just stumble towards the exit and grab a cab to Excalibur myself. Drop off at the Resort Tower and off to my room asap.
I wake up every two hours but manage to squeeze in at least 7/8 hours of very very much needed sleep. Today we head to our beloved downtown. Baars, Bozzie and me make our way to Earl of Sandwich before cabbing towards the Downtown Outlet Stores for some bargain hunting.
We all meet up at Binions around 1PM to play the Daily Tournament. After catching up on the Spearmint stories – yes, everyone went broke - the entire group enters the tourney. I have basically two options here; A) Don’t drink. Feel terrible. Feel a little better tomorrow. B) Get drunk. Feel awesome. Feel double terrible tomorrow. I go with option B. Rum and Coke are today’s medicine.
I love Binions. The dealers are all epic. They give each other so much ****. Absolutely hilarious. The tournament couldn’t have gone worse though. The very first hand I open Tens and my C-bet gets check-raised on a Q high flop. I call down all the way and the dude has JJ. Who the f*ck check-raises JJ on a dry Q high board and then ‘barrels’ 1/5th pot two streets? We also have that one dude at the table that every low limit table in Vegas seems to have. Sunglasses? Check. Headphones? Check. Serious look? Check. Not playing a single hand and then opening to 15X? Check.
To make matters worse Barcelona beats Arsenal. Bozzie and Iebus bet on Barcelona and there is a very easy way to make money in Vegas; follow Bozzie and Iebus around and bet the opposite team all day. Not today unfortunately. After successfully 4-betting Iebus with Q2o - #Aevol - things go south again rather quickly. Since it’s a re-entry I play accordingly. Loose and bad. I dust off the first bullet squeezing after an open and a call. Grandpa in de SB overcalls my 20 bigs without much thought. OR and the caller fold. My QJd can’t beat the all mighty 78c.
I re-enter with the plan of playing even worse but running a lot better. First hand after I re-enter I open KTo and flop Gin on JQA rainbow. Here we go. The old fart in the small blind – same table - calls a pot bet and in my mind I’ve already doubled up. I pot again on an off suit deuce turn. River Q. The old man leads pot for like 5k. I consider shipping since the Oldman would for sure lead QT & KQ as well but the way the tournament has been going so far I elect to just call. Old Man Coffee has Q2. Good times.
When my second Rum and Coke arrived earlier the waitress told me she made a mistake and accidently made it a double one. She offered to add coke and where I should have said ‘Yes, please do so’ I went with ‘That’s quite alright, miss’. Things get blurry fast. I last way longer in the tournament than expected after playing a decent shove / fold game. The tourney structure goes from 500/1K to 600/1200 to 1200/2400. Really? Who makes this **** up? I can’t remember how I busted or how the other guys did in the tourney. I don’t think anyone cashed.
No seats available in the 1/3 game so it sit down in 2-6 spread game and increase the intake of the double Rum and Cokes. Hugo is raping the 1/3 game. Hugo has a unique own style that can best be described as; Loose / Terrible. The thing with Loose / Terrible is once it gets some variance wind in its sails you better step aside really quickly.
#OnsHugo
The 2-6 spread game is great fun. For some reason I end up in a religious discussion. Being a drunk atheist is probably a recipe to get shot rather quickly but things proceed respectfully. I actually started the ‘discussion’ myself when a dude said: “I know I go to a better place when I die”. No you don’t. You think you go to a better place. I think you are wrong. No one f*cking knows. It always comes down to the fact that religious people can’t wrap their head around the fact that life might just end after our last breath;
Dude; “Where do you think you go after you die then?”
Me; “Uhh…nowhere?”
Dude; “What do you think it’s like to be dead then?”
Me; “Do you remember what is was like before you where born?”
Dude; “Uhh…No?”
Me; “So yeah…. Pretty much like that”
I don’t look down or troll religious people – I was raised catholic btw - I just find it rather strange that anyone < ~ 45 can be religious in this modern day and age. I really think we should start a ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ policy when it comes down to religion. This **** is getting out of control and frankly I’m a little fed up with having to strip down to my boxers at airport security because people that believe a guy flew up to the sky on a unicorn can’t get along with people that believe 2k years ago a woman got pregnant without doing the nasty stuff and gave birth to a child that could walk on water. Stop bothering me with that sh*t, alright?
“Deep Thoughts, Hamid”
Anyway. Wum joined the game after busting and we come up with the plan to go for Sushi later. Damvic and Iebus entered the 7PM tourney representing 20% of the field while I move steadily from drunk to sh*t-faced.
I find myself in taxi towards The Naked Fish with Wum and Hugo at God knows what time. The Naked Fish – at the Flamingo Road / Durango intersection – is a famous Sushi restaurant among Dutch Poker community. Although I think they ‘moved on’ to new spot The Naked Fish was on my Vegas bucket list. I’m too drunk to have any say in the ordering process and just nod at every suggested roll.
Wum and Hugo order like ten specialty rolls and they are all A+. I’ve only been eating Sushi for like two years but this is definitely a new high. I expected a nose bleed bill but it think the taxi costs were higher than the food costs. Very reasonable prized.
On our way back to The Strip Hugo suggest bowling. If I had to guess we went bowling at Gold Coast but it might as well have been Orleans. Don’t ask me who won either. I do remember Wum and Hugo going for some craps after. I’m completely done at this point. After another ‘five more minutes’ I just stumble towards the exit and grab a cab to Excalibur myself. Drop off at the Resort Tower and off to my room asap.
03-14-2016
, 10:55 PM
Quote:
VPC Went Vegas Day 7; Downtown.
Dude; “Where do you think you go after you die then?”
Me; “Uhh…nowhere?”
Dude; “What do you think it’s like to be dead then?”
Me; “Do you remember what is was like before you where born?”
Dude; “Uhh…No?”
Me; “So yeah…. Pretty much like that”
Dude; “Where do you think you go after you die then?”
Me; “Uhh…nowhere?”
Dude; “What do you think it’s like to be dead then?”
Me; “Do you remember what is was like before you where born?”
Dude; “Uhh…No?”
Me; “So yeah…. Pretty much like that”
Very well put!
03-15-2016
, 03:00 PM
VPC Went Vegas Day 8; Will I’m not.
I don’t particularly like beer hangovers but I definitely prefer them over strong liquor hangovers. After a night of mix drink boozing you always feel like u got into a fight. Against 40 people. And lost. Horribly. An Earl of Sandwich Caesar Salad Wrap gets the day going before I make my way to MGM Sportsbook to watch PSV Eindhoven – Atletico Madrid with the lads.
Obviously this is going to be a draw so I wager a little bit of cash. The game is decent for a 0-0 draw. I had The Gun Store in mind for this afternoon’s entertainment but most are already boozing and I’m pretty sure I’m not allowed to shoot a gun just yet alcohol level wise. We agree on a group dinner at The Outback Steak House before seeing Britney tonight. Everyone is off to the Venetian by taxi but I go for a little stroll. I love walking on the Strip and I can definitely use some fresh air. Also, I need to make the reservation at Casino Royale.
I want to sing up for some 1/2NL before I see 4/8 Omaha Eight is on the menu here at The Venetian. I’ll have me some of that! The game isn’t as good as at Orleans last Sunday but decent overall. About two minutes after I sit down Wum storms by with a ‘WTF was that?’ kind of face. In a SB vs BTN battle Wum flopped a set of aces that got cracked by almighty 57o on the turn. Wum is more than capable but running very poorly so far in Vegas poker wise. I offer to take 50% in his next buy-in but Wum is done with poker. When he returns from the toilet minutes later to find out his $ 16,- are stolen from the slot machine he’s pretty much done with Vegas for the day as well. Wum taps out and returns to Excalibur telling us to burn his Britney ticket.
I skipped drinking today but give one beer a go at Casino Royale during pre-dinner roulette. One sip and I’m out. The problem is that I now need to go and watch Britney Spears sober. The dinner at The Outback Steak House is excellent and enjoyable. Blooming Unions, a Caesar salad and a Prime Centre Cut Fillet leave me stuffed beyond believe.
Despite having stayed pretty much above the Volcano show at Mirage last trip I’ve never seen the thing in action until today. A typical ‘Baars moment’ occurs when he watches the Volcano show for five minutes before taking out his phone to snap a picture 0.7 seconds after the show ended. We make a quick stop at Planet Hollywood Sportsbook to see how the Clippers are doing. Iebus and Bozzie bet a hundo on the game that the Clippers need to win by elven. As we sit down the Clippers are down by two. When we leave five minutes later the Clippers are down by ~ 25 sending Bozzie right back into his Vegas Tilt Coma. I should have bet the other team.
So, Britney Spears then. What seemed like a good idea weeks ago now feels like a terrible one. I’m sober with a 20 oz. steak in my stomach looking for trouble. No opinion on the show really. The singing is as fake as a Turkish LaCoste shirt but the graphic’s where pretty good. Not that Hugo could be bothered since he was sleeping while standing up straight. Impressive stuff. I last about five songs before I reach the conclusion life is too short for this bull**** and head for the nearest exit.
I cross the street towards Bellagio mostly because I lack inspiration to come up with a better plan. A short stop at the conservatory before I realise the bouncer in my stomach is fed up with the steak and pushes him to the nearest exit. Running into the Bellagio restrooms I’m still unsure about what the nearest exit is going to be. I haven’t played at Bellagio last trip and regretted that. So, I hop into a 1/3 game. I get off to a good start calling down JJ on a Q high board after three donk leads.
The dealer in my game is Fred. Never in my life have I seen anyone more annoyed with his job than Fred. Fred sighs at every single move he has to make. It’s absolutely hilarious. If someone has the nerve to ask for a count Fred looks at them with a ‘are you serious right now?’ look. No one dares to put a word in accept check, bet, raise or call. Epic Fred. After the dealer change everyone looks at each other with a “what the heck was that?” look and burst into laughter.
The game at Bellagio is good. Two drunks at the table one of which just agreed to meet a girl trough Tinder at the rail. We all agree to make fun of her if she turn out to be a working lady. Unfortunately, she doesn’t show. I quit a small winner after about three hours before making my way back to Excalibur for some more grinding. I know low limit games in Vegas are a bit crazy but this game is so far of any reasonable chart you wouldn’t believe. The next hand is no joke. A 50 years old German limps UTG +1. Folds around to the SB who makes it $ 20,-. German tank calls after a good two minutes. Flop comes down 246 rainbow. SB leads $ 50,-. German tank calls. Turn 8. SB ships ~ € 150,-. German – who covers - tank calls and tables… ATo. The SB stand up and looks like he just saw a ghost while turning over KJo. The German mumble’s ‘you can’t lose every hand’ in German to his buddy who hardly seems in awe about what just happened. I add a c-note to my stack.
Around 03:30 the boys return from the piano bar in New York New York where for some ridiculous reason they never heard of the classic ‘Ron ‘t Kanon – Graashookse Minse’. Apparently Wum was well on his way getting into a fifty year old’s pants until he asked - the not so flattering question - if the woman had survived WWII.
Now. There was supposed to be a good story in this last paragraph but it got vetoed by whom it concerns. I completely disagree but obviously will oblige. If you google our names links to these reports might pop up so I get the point but in this particularly story nothing too exciting happened. At least not in the way I put it on paper. If stories like this can no longer be shared I have to seriously consider if it worth my while typing up these reports in the wee hours. Anyway…
Off to bed around 5AM. Tomorrow is our last full day in Vegas.
I don’t particularly like beer hangovers but I definitely prefer them over strong liquor hangovers. After a night of mix drink boozing you always feel like u got into a fight. Against 40 people. And lost. Horribly. An Earl of Sandwich Caesar Salad Wrap gets the day going before I make my way to MGM Sportsbook to watch PSV Eindhoven – Atletico Madrid with the lads.
Obviously this is going to be a draw so I wager a little bit of cash. The game is decent for a 0-0 draw. I had The Gun Store in mind for this afternoon’s entertainment but most are already boozing and I’m pretty sure I’m not allowed to shoot a gun just yet alcohol level wise. We agree on a group dinner at The Outback Steak House before seeing Britney tonight. Everyone is off to the Venetian by taxi but I go for a little stroll. I love walking on the Strip and I can definitely use some fresh air. Also, I need to make the reservation at Casino Royale.
I want to sing up for some 1/2NL before I see 4/8 Omaha Eight is on the menu here at The Venetian. I’ll have me some of that! The game isn’t as good as at Orleans last Sunday but decent overall. About two minutes after I sit down Wum storms by with a ‘WTF was that?’ kind of face. In a SB vs BTN battle Wum flopped a set of aces that got cracked by almighty 57o on the turn. Wum is more than capable but running very poorly so far in Vegas poker wise. I offer to take 50% in his next buy-in but Wum is done with poker. When he returns from the toilet minutes later to find out his $ 16,- are stolen from the slot machine he’s pretty much done with Vegas for the day as well. Wum taps out and returns to Excalibur telling us to burn his Britney ticket.
I skipped drinking today but give one beer a go at Casino Royale during pre-dinner roulette. One sip and I’m out. The problem is that I now need to go and watch Britney Spears sober. The dinner at The Outback Steak House is excellent and enjoyable. Blooming Unions, a Caesar salad and a Prime Centre Cut Fillet leave me stuffed beyond believe.
Despite having stayed pretty much above the Volcano show at Mirage last trip I’ve never seen the thing in action until today. A typical ‘Baars moment’ occurs when he watches the Volcano show for five minutes before taking out his phone to snap a picture 0.7 seconds after the show ended. We make a quick stop at Planet Hollywood Sportsbook to see how the Clippers are doing. Iebus and Bozzie bet a hundo on the game that the Clippers need to win by elven. As we sit down the Clippers are down by two. When we leave five minutes later the Clippers are down by ~ 25 sending Bozzie right back into his Vegas Tilt Coma. I should have bet the other team.
So, Britney Spears then. What seemed like a good idea weeks ago now feels like a terrible one. I’m sober with a 20 oz. steak in my stomach looking for trouble. No opinion on the show really. The singing is as fake as a Turkish LaCoste shirt but the graphic’s where pretty good. Not that Hugo could be bothered since he was sleeping while standing up straight. Impressive stuff. I last about five songs before I reach the conclusion life is too short for this bull**** and head for the nearest exit.
I cross the street towards Bellagio mostly because I lack inspiration to come up with a better plan. A short stop at the conservatory before I realise the bouncer in my stomach is fed up with the steak and pushes him to the nearest exit. Running into the Bellagio restrooms I’m still unsure about what the nearest exit is going to be. I haven’t played at Bellagio last trip and regretted that. So, I hop into a 1/3 game. I get off to a good start calling down JJ on a Q high board after three donk leads.
The dealer in my game is Fred. Never in my life have I seen anyone more annoyed with his job than Fred. Fred sighs at every single move he has to make. It’s absolutely hilarious. If someone has the nerve to ask for a count Fred looks at them with a ‘are you serious right now?’ look. No one dares to put a word in accept check, bet, raise or call. Epic Fred. After the dealer change everyone looks at each other with a “what the heck was that?” look and burst into laughter.
The game at Bellagio is good. Two drunks at the table one of which just agreed to meet a girl trough Tinder at the rail. We all agree to make fun of her if she turn out to be a working lady. Unfortunately, she doesn’t show. I quit a small winner after about three hours before making my way back to Excalibur for some more grinding. I know low limit games in Vegas are a bit crazy but this game is so far of any reasonable chart you wouldn’t believe. The next hand is no joke. A 50 years old German limps UTG +1. Folds around to the SB who makes it $ 20,-. German tank calls after a good two minutes. Flop comes down 246 rainbow. SB leads $ 50,-. German tank calls. Turn 8. SB ships ~ € 150,-. German – who covers - tank calls and tables… ATo. The SB stand up and looks like he just saw a ghost while turning over KJo. The German mumble’s ‘you can’t lose every hand’ in German to his buddy who hardly seems in awe about what just happened. I add a c-note to my stack.
Around 03:30 the boys return from the piano bar in New York New York where for some ridiculous reason they never heard of the classic ‘Ron ‘t Kanon – Graashookse Minse’. Apparently Wum was well on his way getting into a fifty year old’s pants until he asked - the not so flattering question - if the woman had survived WWII.
Now. There was supposed to be a good story in this last paragraph but it got vetoed by whom it concerns. I completely disagree but obviously will oblige. If you google our names links to these reports might pop up so I get the point but in this particularly story nothing too exciting happened. At least not in the way I put it on paper. If stories like this can no longer be shared I have to seriously consider if it worth my while typing up these reports in the wee hours. Anyway…
Off to bed around 5AM. Tomorrow is our last full day in Vegas.
Last edited by Checkko; 03-15-2016 at 03:08 PM.
03-15-2016
, 03:53 PM
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Now. There was supposed to be a good story in this last paragraph but it got vetoed by whom it concerns. I completely disagree but obviously will oblige. If you google our names links to these reports might pop up so I get the point but in this particularly story nothing too exciting happened. At least not in the way I put it on paper. If stories like this can no longer be shared I have to seriously consider if it worth my while typing up these reports in the wee hours. Anyway…
.And again, No Fratie....
Besides that, lovin' the report as always.
03-15-2016
, 09:04 PM
