VPC Went Vegas III; A Trip Report
04-12-2012
, 03:09 AM
04-12-2012
, 04:21 PM
04-12-2012
, 04:46 PM
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04-13-2012
, 10:28 AM
04-13-2012
, 02:45 PM
Day 2: Separating The Men From The Boys.
I wake up at 09:30. That’s three hours of sleep after being awake at least 50 hours straight. It’s actually more than I expected as I always suffer from extreme insomnia in Vegas but I came to town prepared this time around. I went to the doctor for sleeping pills a while ago because Insomnia really effected my last trip and I wasn’t gonna let that happen again. I actually feel rather good considering the amount of beers and burgers I had yesterday so no pill yet. I hop into the shower quickly and head over to Caesars Poker Room because I thought that was the nearest free Wifi spot.
Walking towards Caesars it hits me. Vegas, baby. I’m here again and a week of fun lies straight ahead of me. The sun is shining brightly and I’m caught fully by the magic that this great city can produce. Driving towards IP in the cap yesterday gave me about the same excitement as walking into my local pub. But not this morning. I stop to fully grasp the moment and feel the sun burn on my skin. I look at The Bellagio, Caesars, The Mirage, Treasure Island and think of all the fun jet to come. Bring it on.
Sunny Las Vegas
Sunny Las Vegas 2.0
After updating my Twitter I head back to IP to meet up with Hugo who’s feeling well and texted that he’s ready for breakfast. We actually have free breakfast at IP. When we booked our trip it was – seriously – more expensive to book a room without breakfast than a room with breakfast included. I’m pretty sure that’s a good indication as to how good this free breakfast is so we won’t be testing that this week. We may not be high rollers but we’re definitely not looking to safe a few bucks this trip.
The last two trips breakfast was served at Subway every day. I’m glad to report that didn’t happen this trip but because we like to honor traditions Hugo and I sit down at O’Shea for a 6 inch Spicy Italian and some Nacho Cheese Doritos. I used to eat foot longs in the morning but I’m done with that because I ended up not being hungry at dinnertime. Also, we were eating burgers at Flamingo like five hours ago so a 6 inch seems to be the way to go this morning.
I hit IP’s 2/4 game for a while and wait for more VPC’ers to wake up but after an hour there’s still no VPC action to be detected so Hugo and I hit the Venetian for some poker. I love the Venetian poker room. They start a new 1/2NL table and Hugo and I sit down. I don’t want to be at the table with Hugo because we don’t like taking each others money and most of his ‘attacking poker’ moves hurt my balls just by watching them so I immediately request a table change. It takes about an hour for the table change to happen and I think about cancelling it because the table is perfect for my low variance grinding style of cash game play. No open raises to 1250 BB’s or four time pot sized C-bets. I love the table but unfortunately the room is managed to well so I get moved to a new table. This table sucks. There are two real good players pounding this table with 1K’ish stacks and the rest are a bunch of nits like me. Mainly because of the free Wifi I play for three more hours and end this session down about 50 bucks before I head over to The Mirage.
I’ve never played at The Mirage before and that tilted me when I watched the movie Rounders for the 114th time a couple of weeks ago. I sign up for the 1/2 game which should start in about ‘ten minutes’. Well, it doesn’t. I wait for at least 30 minutes before I decide to screw this and head for the Bellagio, one of my other favorite rooms mainly because it’s, well, The Bellagio. I’m number 16 on the list for 1/2 and the room is packed so they won’t opening new tables anytime soon. Lovely. I see three 600/1200 mix tables running and can only spot Scott Siever and Todd Brunson from this distance.
I wait ten minutes but when there’s no movement on the list I return to IP to join Iebus who’s is doing some serious damage in the 2/4 game. I receive a text message from Hugo who is up over $ 400,- at The V. Attacking poker FTW apparently. I manage to keep the costs of my Corona’s low at the 2/4 table and by 20:00 the hole group seems to be complete. A group dinner isn’t going to happen because some of the boys ate already and others are still sick from last night.
Fratie had a burger
At this point it’s already clear that Baars is more of a gambler than the rest of the group combined. We are approximately 24 hours in Vegas by now and Baars has been playing blackjack at least 50% of that time. Hugo told me he didn’t find Baars in the room this morning an that Baars arrived at 11:00 AM. Oh, boy. This is going to be good.
Baars new best friend Tony
Peltinho goes to his room to ‘shower’. Having some experience with Peltinho in Vegas I know we won’t be seeing him again tonight. Not to worry about with this forty year old though. Peltinho’s Clubbin’ engine always needs some warming up. By the time the rest of the group starts to deteriorate Peltinho will be closing the all the bars and clubs on the Strip. You can be sure of that.
For some reason I can’t eat big meals in Vegas. I just don’t get hungry in this town. At least not for food. Bozzie wants pizza and although I’ve been doing some homework by lurking in the Casual Dining Thread every now and then I can’t come up with a good Italian place. I vaguely remember the Flamingo food court serving slices so off we go. I don’t even finish the single slice of fat soaked cardboard that was sold to me as pizza.
Back in IP it’s around 22:00 and time to decide our evening plans. It’s a good tradition for the VPC to separate the men form the boys on the second evening. Looking at Bozzie I know enough. He’s going to call the misses, fap like a little boy for an hour and fall asleep. Roeie and VDH sit down in the 2/4 game so they will be going to bed as soon as ‘the men’ are two steps out off the door.
Iebus, Fratie, Hugo, Baars and myself decide to hit the Strip. On our way out we get approached by two girls who want Fratie to drink some sort of pink substance. Fratie suspects it to be a rape drug so he finishes the first drink in one go. Makes sense. The girls want some sort of crazy picture and climb on Fratie. Somehow one of them ends up hanging behind Fraties but and he grasps this opportunity to fart her straight on the kisser. Fratie answers the not often heard question “Did you just fart on me?” by chugging down the second glass of pink stuff and walking away. I expect to find Fratie in my room tonight fisting himself due to rape drug overload but luckily that doesn’t happen.
Fratie on rape drug.
I hate wondering around without a plan so our first stop is O’Shea’s bar to decide where this night should be headed. With Fratie dressed as if he’s going on a fishing trip it will be hard to get into a serious club on a Friday night. We enjoy ourselves for two hours at the O’Shea bar while sipping Corona’s and making fun of Bozzie now that he’s not around. A group of women get into a fight with one of the bartenders. The bartender is on firetilt and throws stuff at the women. The bartender then calls a security guard who looks at the situation for 1.8 seconds and goes back to his business of being fat and standing in the corner. I walk up to Baars and say: “Welcome to Las Vegas, sir”. Baars has no clue as to what I’m talking about. He missed the fight. One of the women who was throwing stuff back at the bartender was actually touching Baars in the process. There must have been a blackjack table in sight behind me….
Time for a change of scenery. With Baars on a blackjack wintilt I can’t see why we shouldn’t all profit from this by looking at gorgeous women. Baars started his blackjack adventures by betting $ 10,- a hand but is already betting 25/50/100 a hand which should easily qualify ‘us’ to sit down at hot chick blackjack. For some reason I thought the Pussy Cats Dolls blackjack got moved to Paris Paris but after strolling there for half an hour I turn out to be wrong as it is still in Caesars. The Pleasure Pit in Planet Hollywood seems the logical next stop. During our 2009 trip the women in The Pleasure Pit where just ridiculously hot. We where rather disappointed in 2010 when the average had dropped from a 10 to a solid 8. This year is about the same as 2010. Obviously, we would still trade our left testicle to be with one of these woman but I guess the high standards in 2009 ruined the experience for us a little bit.
Baars isn’t ‘feeling it’ blackjack wise so we sit down in the comfortable lounge seats at the Hearth Bar and start knocking back Corona’s like there is no tomorrow. Our stay at the Hearth Bar becomes even more delightful when a gorgeous dancer (the picture doesn’t do her justice) starts her show directly to our right. We are all in serious need of a neck massage after her 15 minute show.
Yummie
Neck massage plz.
Fratie knows the men got separated from the boys this night. So going to bed the rest of the week at eight o’clock doesn’t matter as long as you where around on night two. With this mission accomplished Fratie gets a little bit to comfortable in his seat. Please note the credit card that fell out of his pocket…. We let Fratie sleep for half an hour and debate whether or not to wake him up when we are ready to leave the place at 02:30. We get lost horribly in the Miracle Miles Shops and it takes us 30 minutes to find our way back to the casino. Fratie unleashes his frustration about this detour on none other than Mohammed Ali.
Zzzzzzzz
Take that, Cassius.
Walking over The Strip back to IP I we get approached by a man in a strange outfit who asks if he can get his picture taken with our Fratie. Why not. He gladly pays the ten bucks we want for it.
Ship da ten bucks
Back in IP Baars gets ready for an other monster blackjack session. I don’t remember much after that except that I arrive at my room at 05:30. This time I have to lift Fratie to get the remote from underneath him and find out Fratie doesn’t go through the trouble undressing after a night of Clubbin’.
I wake up at 09:30. That’s three hours of sleep after being awake at least 50 hours straight. It’s actually more than I expected as I always suffer from extreme insomnia in Vegas but I came to town prepared this time around. I went to the doctor for sleeping pills a while ago because Insomnia really effected my last trip and I wasn’t gonna let that happen again. I actually feel rather good considering the amount of beers and burgers I had yesterday so no pill yet. I hop into the shower quickly and head over to Caesars Poker Room because I thought that was the nearest free Wifi spot.
Walking towards Caesars it hits me. Vegas, baby. I’m here again and a week of fun lies straight ahead of me. The sun is shining brightly and I’m caught fully by the magic that this great city can produce. Driving towards IP in the cap yesterday gave me about the same excitement as walking into my local pub. But not this morning. I stop to fully grasp the moment and feel the sun burn on my skin. I look at The Bellagio, Caesars, The Mirage, Treasure Island and think of all the fun jet to come. Bring it on.
Sunny Las Vegas
Sunny Las Vegas 2.0
After updating my Twitter I head back to IP to meet up with Hugo who’s feeling well and texted that he’s ready for breakfast. We actually have free breakfast at IP. When we booked our trip it was – seriously – more expensive to book a room without breakfast than a room with breakfast included. I’m pretty sure that’s a good indication as to how good this free breakfast is so we won’t be testing that this week. We may not be high rollers but we’re definitely not looking to safe a few bucks this trip.
The last two trips breakfast was served at Subway every day. I’m glad to report that didn’t happen this trip but because we like to honor traditions Hugo and I sit down at O’Shea for a 6 inch Spicy Italian and some Nacho Cheese Doritos. I used to eat foot longs in the morning but I’m done with that because I ended up not being hungry at dinnertime. Also, we were eating burgers at Flamingo like five hours ago so a 6 inch seems to be the way to go this morning.
I hit IP’s 2/4 game for a while and wait for more VPC’ers to wake up but after an hour there’s still no VPC action to be detected so Hugo and I hit the Venetian for some poker. I love the Venetian poker room. They start a new 1/2NL table and Hugo and I sit down. I don’t want to be at the table with Hugo because we don’t like taking each others money and most of his ‘attacking poker’ moves hurt my balls just by watching them so I immediately request a table change. It takes about an hour for the table change to happen and I think about cancelling it because the table is perfect for my low variance grinding style of cash game play. No open raises to 1250 BB’s or four time pot sized C-bets. I love the table but unfortunately the room is managed to well so I get moved to a new table. This table sucks. There are two real good players pounding this table with 1K’ish stacks and the rest are a bunch of nits like me. Mainly because of the free Wifi I play for three more hours and end this session down about 50 bucks before I head over to The Mirage.
I’ve never played at The Mirage before and that tilted me when I watched the movie Rounders for the 114th time a couple of weeks ago. I sign up for the 1/2 game which should start in about ‘ten minutes’. Well, it doesn’t. I wait for at least 30 minutes before I decide to screw this and head for the Bellagio, one of my other favorite rooms mainly because it’s, well, The Bellagio. I’m number 16 on the list for 1/2 and the room is packed so they won’t opening new tables anytime soon. Lovely. I see three 600/1200 mix tables running and can only spot Scott Siever and Todd Brunson from this distance.
I wait ten minutes but when there’s no movement on the list I return to IP to join Iebus who’s is doing some serious damage in the 2/4 game. I receive a text message from Hugo who is up over $ 400,- at The V. Attacking poker FTW apparently. I manage to keep the costs of my Corona’s low at the 2/4 table and by 20:00 the hole group seems to be complete. A group dinner isn’t going to happen because some of the boys ate already and others are still sick from last night.
Fratie had a burger
At this point it’s already clear that Baars is more of a gambler than the rest of the group combined. We are approximately 24 hours in Vegas by now and Baars has been playing blackjack at least 50% of that time. Hugo told me he didn’t find Baars in the room this morning an that Baars arrived at 11:00 AM. Oh, boy. This is going to be good.
Baars new best friend Tony
Peltinho goes to his room to ‘shower’. Having some experience with Peltinho in Vegas I know we won’t be seeing him again tonight. Not to worry about with this forty year old though. Peltinho’s Clubbin’ engine always needs some warming up. By the time the rest of the group starts to deteriorate Peltinho will be closing the all the bars and clubs on the Strip. You can be sure of that.
For some reason I can’t eat big meals in Vegas. I just don’t get hungry in this town. At least not for food. Bozzie wants pizza and although I’ve been doing some homework by lurking in the Casual Dining Thread every now and then I can’t come up with a good Italian place. I vaguely remember the Flamingo food court serving slices so off we go. I don’t even finish the single slice of fat soaked cardboard that was sold to me as pizza.
Back in IP it’s around 22:00 and time to decide our evening plans. It’s a good tradition for the VPC to separate the men form the boys on the second evening. Looking at Bozzie I know enough. He’s going to call the misses, fap like a little boy for an hour and fall asleep. Roeie and VDH sit down in the 2/4 game so they will be going to bed as soon as ‘the men’ are two steps out off the door.
Iebus, Fratie, Hugo, Baars and myself decide to hit the Strip. On our way out we get approached by two girls who want Fratie to drink some sort of pink substance. Fratie suspects it to be a rape drug so he finishes the first drink in one go. Makes sense. The girls want some sort of crazy picture and climb on Fratie. Somehow one of them ends up hanging behind Fraties but and he grasps this opportunity to fart her straight on the kisser. Fratie answers the not often heard question “Did you just fart on me?” by chugging down the second glass of pink stuff and walking away. I expect to find Fratie in my room tonight fisting himself due to rape drug overload but luckily that doesn’t happen.
Fratie on rape drug.
I hate wondering around without a plan so our first stop is O’Shea’s bar to decide where this night should be headed. With Fratie dressed as if he’s going on a fishing trip it will be hard to get into a serious club on a Friday night. We enjoy ourselves for two hours at the O’Shea bar while sipping Corona’s and making fun of Bozzie now that he’s not around. A group of women get into a fight with one of the bartenders. The bartender is on firetilt and throws stuff at the women. The bartender then calls a security guard who looks at the situation for 1.8 seconds and goes back to his business of being fat and standing in the corner. I walk up to Baars and say: “Welcome to Las Vegas, sir”. Baars has no clue as to what I’m talking about. He missed the fight. One of the women who was throwing stuff back at the bartender was actually touching Baars in the process. There must have been a blackjack table in sight behind me….
Time for a change of scenery. With Baars on a blackjack wintilt I can’t see why we shouldn’t all profit from this by looking at gorgeous women. Baars started his blackjack adventures by betting $ 10,- a hand but is already betting 25/50/100 a hand which should easily qualify ‘us’ to sit down at hot chick blackjack. For some reason I thought the Pussy Cats Dolls blackjack got moved to Paris Paris but after strolling there for half an hour I turn out to be wrong as it is still in Caesars. The Pleasure Pit in Planet Hollywood seems the logical next stop. During our 2009 trip the women in The Pleasure Pit where just ridiculously hot. We where rather disappointed in 2010 when the average had dropped from a 10 to a solid 8. This year is about the same as 2010. Obviously, we would still trade our left testicle to be with one of these woman but I guess the high standards in 2009 ruined the experience for us a little bit.
Baars isn’t ‘feeling it’ blackjack wise so we sit down in the comfortable lounge seats at the Hearth Bar and start knocking back Corona’s like there is no tomorrow. Our stay at the Hearth Bar becomes even more delightful when a gorgeous dancer (the picture doesn’t do her justice) starts her show directly to our right. We are all in serious need of a neck massage after her 15 minute show.
Yummie
Neck massage plz.
Fratie knows the men got separated from the boys this night. So going to bed the rest of the week at eight o’clock doesn’t matter as long as you where around on night two. With this mission accomplished Fratie gets a little bit to comfortable in his seat. Please note the credit card that fell out of his pocket…. We let Fratie sleep for half an hour and debate whether or not to wake him up when we are ready to leave the place at 02:30. We get lost horribly in the Miracle Miles Shops and it takes us 30 minutes to find our way back to the casino. Fratie unleashes his frustration about this detour on none other than Mohammed Ali.
Zzzzzzzz
Take that, Cassius.
Walking over The Strip back to IP I we get approached by a man in a strange outfit who asks if he can get his picture taken with our Fratie. Why not. He gladly pays the ten bucks we want for it.
Ship da ten bucks
Back in IP Baars gets ready for an other monster blackjack session. I don’t remember much after that except that I arrive at my room at 05:30. This time I have to lift Fratie to get the remote from underneath him and find out Fratie doesn’t go through the trouble undressing after a night of Clubbin’.
