Don’t remember this at all. At mgm? Dear god that’s early.




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lol Yeah was right after the 1/1 game.

Another top moment was RobFarha trying to kick BMF as we walked down the strip. Total whiff followed by an ass plant. Fortunately he was drunk enough to walk it off.

What’s good homie?! Don’t talk about my state like that

Bridgeport, what???

Haha that I do remember. Big gash on my hand because of that.


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Skip why ya gotta talk ****? He's just proud of his roots.

Sorry my ass got your hand hurt.

You're gonna get me punched again!

:clap:

I also remember bonding with Farha about wanting to punch people at Osheas...dude was rip roaring to go

0% remember.

Seems reasonable


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apparently turtle was worried about me walking back to harras from mgm. zero clue. memory is spotty from the beginning of the 1/1 game until the following afternoon.

FYI BMF: i'm fine with you posting my pic & name in your PCG.

Trip Reports, MFers!

TL;DR version:

-my liver hates me
-I ran pretty goot in cash games including the 1/1 - paid for my trip & then some
-I had my top three worst ever travel experience flying back home
-i'm still fighting a cold that started flaring up sunday afternoon.

More to follow later.

My tr
pregamed the 1/1 game like a baws slammin vodka redbullz then got blackout drunk at said game

buchon 2x
lobastah rollz 3x
sushi feeva 2x
in n out 1x

zero strippaz and blow - i know, right...wtf

my trip home report:


-easily apparent the cab driver is not mentally stable. she will not shut up during the trip from the strip to the airport. I fear if I tell her I just want silence she'll drive the cab into a wall. I bite my tongue and move on.

-YUGE line getting through security. 45 minutes to get to the front. my alcohol buzz is wearing off and the gummy I ate before leaving the hotel is kicking in.TSA using automated bag screening technology. my suitcase is singled out THREE times for examination. I tell the agent I've got nothing additional in there that I didn't have arriving in LV. ask the agent to open it. hes not allowed. third time through screening it gets a clean bill of health. I have 20 minutes to boarding.

-get on the plane and all I want to do is sleep. the gummy is doing some work. stewardess asks me to switch seats with a kid who wants my seat. apparently group reservations are not easily had on frontier. I agree to move because I'm close to tripping on the gummy and just want to get home. they move me from row 7 to row eleventy kabillion; from a requested window seat to an aisle.

two minutes later another stewardess TELLS me I need to move. as long as it's not to outside the plane IDGAF. I move almost back to the same row as before. stewardesses are addressing me in hushed tones like I'm mother****ing Gandhi. WHAT SACRIFICE! meanwhile I couldn't speak coherent English if paid.

-plane takes off 20 minutes late because ???. get off the ground and immediately experience moderate turbulence. normally I can shake this off but I'm peaking on the gummy by now and FREAKING THE **** OUT. tight chest, shallow breathing. any chance for sleep is out the window. white knuckle it the whole way home.

- plane lands and we get to the terminal. the cattle I shared the flight with stand and start moving to the front as is on every flight in history. one particularly portly fella makes his way next to mine. he decides he needs to blow past several aisles of people waiting to get out. I say "wtf dude, you chooch" because, why not get into a fist fight after all this? he doesn't hear/ignores me. until....I get off the plane and HES WAITING OUTSIDE THE DOOR. I mean-mug him as I walk by hurriedly. nothing will happen obviously on the plane but gotta follow through on the bluff right? (I'm not a fighter I'm a lover).

FIN

Tldr TR:

Digs:
Harrahs, aka WOAT air and smell quality. Never again. Slept like shyt for most of the trip.

Food:
InNOut
HashHouse
Bouchon
Mon Ami Gabi
Delmonico
Grand Luxe
Street Tacos
Oyster Bar

Poker:
Played 1/2 and 1/3 at Harrahs, Venetian, and Bellagio. Turns out I'm even worse at poker than I thought and am completely nitty/scared money. It's bad and will be a blocker to ever being a winner unless I get ahold of it. This also comes along with a ton of mental/tilt leaks, on top of all the strat leaks. About the only thing I know how to do right is quit when I know I'm not in a good mindset.

Fortunately, I ran good at the 1/1 game and was a smallish to decent winner. Came home actually about BE or a small winner overall due to run good, despite playing terribly. Like an awful fold w/ top2 otf at the venetian that kept me from likely scooping a 700bb pot. Snap stood up and booked a 200bb win(from a bad shove that got there) instead that actually felt like a loss.

Summary:
Overall a good mix of new and familiar faces. Snuck out early a few nights to keep from getting absolutely smashed and blackout, definitely the right decision. Played really shytty. Ate and drank really well. Would like to make it happen again next year but never staying at Harrahs again.

Oh yeah, i went pro at craps, PM for coaching details.

Completely nitty is fine. TAG is better.

PM for more coaching advice. Lol

My TR

I live here. No report other than Squid is almost exactly what you’d think.


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A+ would read again

posting for posterity

Glad you made it home but you were drawing dead the moment you clicked the purchase ticket button

This...

LOL Frontier.

Please feel free to give me a ration of shyt if I ever stay there again. I'll happily play there but staying there was/is a mistake.

believe me if I could have avoided it I would have. There were almost no direct flights from Tampa - I despise layovers.