Once again my internal clock wakes me up at 6:00am after a refreshing 1&1/2 hours of sleep. I look in the mirror. God, my eyes are bloodshot. It looks like I have a nasty pink eye infection.
Sean stumbles back into the room at 7:30am, still hammered. It’s strange, no matter how inebriated Sean gets, he’s mostly able to stay coherent.
He tells me that he played poker at the MGM Grand poker room for about 6 hours and consumed at least 25 drinks: beer, Red Bull and Vodka...etc. Finally he says the cocktail waitress cut him off. Cut him off? They do that in Las Vegas? If that’s true, his drink total for yesterday (5:59am to 6:00am the next day) should have been 40 DRINKS!.
Me: “Weren’t you tipping her?”
Him: “Yeah, that’s why I left! I was making some good money! I’m not sticking around if they won’t serve me.”
Me: “Aren’t you afraid of playing drunk? How can you keep the math straight and read people correctly?”
Him: “I think players are more afraid of me when I’m drunk. It’s kind of like when you corner a racoon. That’s when they become most dangerous. That’s it! That’ll be my new nickname. Call me the Poker Racoon...playing on the edge... plastered... cornered... and bold!”
We start to pack up our things and move them over to the Tropicana. Since Sean is in no state to carry his case of Coors Banquet, I try to balance it on my rolling carry-on as we cross the bridge to the Tropicana.
There was an attractive young black woman in a slinky dress who happened to by walking along side us as we were crossing the bridge. The half finished case of beer which had Sean’s Tropicana souvenir glass sticking out of the top fell off my carry-on as I hit the top of the escalator.
Sean says to the girl:
“I try to tell him to stop drinking, but he just won’t.”
“Shut-up, man” I laugh.
The girl looks at the case of beer and says,
“Oh my gosh, is that a bong?” She laughs a little bit and quickens her pace to get away from us.
After dropping off the luggage, we head back to the MGM Grand for one more buffet breakfast. Sean and I are standing in line and a guy walks up behind us.
Waitress: “Are you a party of one?”
Random guy: “WTF? I’ve never been asked that before.” It looked like that was all Sean needed to engage in a conversation with him.
Sean: “Hey, are you going to the MGM Grand? Do you want to buy this $20 in chips from me that I forgot to cash out?”
Random guy: “We are at the MGM Grand.”
Sean: “Ha! Sorry dude, it`s 7:30am and I`m still drinking!”
Random guy: “It`s 8:30am.”
Sean: “Well, I guess I one upped you! No wonder I feel this way, I`ve already been drinking for an hour!”
Growing up I didn't hang out guys that routinely got drunk, so this is all new and sort of amusing to me.
I got 2 fortune cookies from the buffet, and it certainly looked like I was supposed to play the WSOP. Then again I imagine any fortune from those mass produced cookies would have favorable sayings.
After breakfast Sean starts to calm down, and wants to sleep for a couple of hours at the Tropicana. While he is upstairs sleeping, I lose a bunch of money on Blackjack, Roulette, Craps and Slots, erasing all of my gains from yesterday night plus more. Blah. :<;
Sean didn't want to see Hoover Dam in his current state, so we head over to the Orleans to see “Man of Steel”. The movie looked a lot better in the previews. There`s only so many CGI fights you can see before they start to get boring. And how many times do filmmakers really need to destroy New York City or its doppelganger-Metropolis or Gotham?
After the movie, we find ourselves back at the Tropicana where I drop more money playing blackjack. That`s it. Unless I win some money in the poker tournament at the Golden Nugget tomorrow, I`m taking down my $1500 WSOP buy in. The swings in luck on this trip were awful, and it looks like this bad swing is not going to end. I don't care what the fortune cookies say.
We head over to Circus Circus to use a $50 coupon from myVegas at Rock N Rita’s.
Now, the Player`s Club at Circus Circus is how all clubs should be run. I had $10 in freeplay (converted to $13.50) as well as $25 in additional comps that were earned back in 2008 and didn't expire!
As luck would have it, UFC 161 was on so it was pretty sweet to be able to eat and watch the PPV fights for free. The food is pretty good here. Sean had the blackened catfish and said it was excellent.
We got into a bit of a hassle with the $25 food comp. For some reason they weren`t able to initially combine it with the myVegas $50 credit.
Because of the hassle with the bill, we were running behind, and had to rush back to the car. We found ourselves in the Circus Circus parking lot in front of the hotel, but with a 5 foot high fence blocking our way to the car.
Me: “Come on Sean let’s hop over this fence.”
Him: “Are you crazy, you’ll probably fall down on your fat ass!”
Me: “Come on you wimp!”
So I get both my hands up on top of the fence and attempt to parkour my middle age ass over this fence. I guess I’m not as flexible as I once was 25 years ago. I get my right foot up on the top of the fence and then try to twist/turn my body so that my left leg will go over first. The idea was to almost do a spin, land on my feet, say “Ta Da!” and receive my applause. Well, my left leg does go over, but my foot lands on a grease spot on the 100 degree asphalt and flies out from underneath me! I try to hang onto the top of the fence with my right arm, but I guess my right shoulder is not able to withstand the full weight of my body. It finally gives out and I come crashing down onto the asphalt. Luckily the back of my head broke my fall. Being a guy I had to pop right back up!
“I’m alright! I’m alright!”
Sean looks worried for a moment then starts laughing his ass off.
I honestly didn’t feel any pain at this point. I guess I was lucky.
We drove over to the Luxor to see Criss Angel. The myVegas tickets had us Section 102, Row N, Seats 7 and 8. I had heard his show was terrible. I guess the majority of the public don't read Las Vegas Forums or Trip Advisor since the room was pretty packed. I wouldn’t have gone so far as to say the show was terrible, but it certainly is nowhere the level of near his “Mind Freak” show. I guess he is just a television magician. Most if not all of his tricks were of the “now you see me, now you don’t” variety. Sean was wondering if Criss was gay. I don’t think he’s gay, but he certainly is into himself.
Both of us went to sleep early. I think we were both pretty exhausted.
My Bankroll = -$1600
Sean’s Bankroll = -$600
# of drinks Sean had = 8
Day 5 to follow.
Sean stumbles back into the room at 7:30am, still hammered. It’s strange, no matter how inebriated Sean gets, he’s mostly able to stay coherent.
He tells me that he played poker at the MGM Grand poker room for about 6 hours and consumed at least 25 drinks: beer, Red Bull and Vodka...etc. Finally he says the cocktail waitress cut him off. Cut him off? They do that in Las Vegas? If that’s true, his drink total for yesterday (5:59am to 6:00am the next day) should have been 40 DRINKS!.
Me: “Weren’t you tipping her?”
Him: “Yeah, that’s why I left! I was making some good money! I’m not sticking around if they won’t serve me.”
Me: “Aren’t you afraid of playing drunk? How can you keep the math straight and read people correctly?”
Him: “I think players are more afraid of me when I’m drunk. It’s kind of like when you corner a racoon. That’s when they become most dangerous. That’s it! That’ll be my new nickname. Call me the Poker Racoon...playing on the edge... plastered... cornered... and bold!”
We start to pack up our things and move them over to the Tropicana. Since Sean is in no state to carry his case of Coors Banquet, I try to balance it on my rolling carry-on as we cross the bridge to the Tropicana.
There was an attractive young black woman in a slinky dress who happened to by walking along side us as we were crossing the bridge. The half finished case of beer which had Sean’s Tropicana souvenir glass sticking out of the top fell off my carry-on as I hit the top of the escalator.
Sean says to the girl:
“I try to tell him to stop drinking, but he just won’t.”
“Shut-up, man” I laugh.
The girl looks at the case of beer and says,
“Oh my gosh, is that a bong?” She laughs a little bit and quickens her pace to get away from us.
After dropping off the luggage, we head back to the MGM Grand for one more buffet breakfast. Sean and I are standing in line and a guy walks up behind us.
Waitress: “Are you a party of one?”
Random guy: “WTF? I’ve never been asked that before.” It looked like that was all Sean needed to engage in a conversation with him.
Sean: “Hey, are you going to the MGM Grand? Do you want to buy this $20 in chips from me that I forgot to cash out?”
Random guy: “We are at the MGM Grand.”
Sean: “Ha! Sorry dude, it`s 7:30am and I`m still drinking!”
Random guy: “It`s 8:30am.”
Sean: “Well, I guess I one upped you! No wonder I feel this way, I`ve already been drinking for an hour!”
Growing up I didn't hang out guys that routinely got drunk, so this is all new and sort of amusing to me.
I got 2 fortune cookies from the buffet, and it certainly looked like I was supposed to play the WSOP. Then again I imagine any fortune from those mass produced cookies would have favorable sayings.
After breakfast Sean starts to calm down, and wants to sleep for a couple of hours at the Tropicana. While he is upstairs sleeping, I lose a bunch of money on Blackjack, Roulette, Craps and Slots, erasing all of my gains from yesterday night plus more. Blah. :<;
Sean didn't want to see Hoover Dam in his current state, so we head over to the Orleans to see “Man of Steel”. The movie looked a lot better in the previews. There`s only so many CGI fights you can see before they start to get boring. And how many times do filmmakers really need to destroy New York City or its doppelganger-Metropolis or Gotham?
After the movie, we find ourselves back at the Tropicana where I drop more money playing blackjack. That`s it. Unless I win some money in the poker tournament at the Golden Nugget tomorrow, I`m taking down my $1500 WSOP buy in. The swings in luck on this trip were awful, and it looks like this bad swing is not going to end. I don't care what the fortune cookies say.
We head over to Circus Circus to use a $50 coupon from myVegas at Rock N Rita’s.
Now, the Player`s Club at Circus Circus is how all clubs should be run. I had $10 in freeplay (converted to $13.50) as well as $25 in additional comps that were earned back in 2008 and didn't expire!
As luck would have it, UFC 161 was on so it was pretty sweet to be able to eat and watch the PPV fights for free. The food is pretty good here. Sean had the blackened catfish and said it was excellent.
We got into a bit of a hassle with the $25 food comp. For some reason they weren`t able to initially combine it with the myVegas $50 credit.
Because of the hassle with the bill, we were running behind, and had to rush back to the car. We found ourselves in the Circus Circus parking lot in front of the hotel, but with a 5 foot high fence blocking our way to the car.
Me: “Come on Sean let’s hop over this fence.”
Him: “Are you crazy, you’ll probably fall down on your fat ass!”
Me: “Come on you wimp!”
So I get both my hands up on top of the fence and attempt to parkour my middle age ass over this fence. I guess I’m not as flexible as I once was 25 years ago. I get my right foot up on the top of the fence and then try to twist/turn my body so that my left leg will go over first. The idea was to almost do a spin, land on my feet, say “Ta Da!” and receive my applause. Well, my left leg does go over, but my foot lands on a grease spot on the 100 degree asphalt and flies out from underneath me! I try to hang onto the top of the fence with my right arm, but I guess my right shoulder is not able to withstand the full weight of my body. It finally gives out and I come crashing down onto the asphalt. Luckily the back of my head broke my fall. Being a guy I had to pop right back up!
“I’m alright! I’m alright!”
Sean looks worried for a moment then starts laughing his ass off.
I honestly didn’t feel any pain at this point. I guess I was lucky.
We drove over to the Luxor to see Criss Angel. The myVegas tickets had us Section 102, Row N, Seats 7 and 8. I had heard his show was terrible. I guess the majority of the public don't read Las Vegas Forums or Trip Advisor since the room was pretty packed. I wouldn’t have gone so far as to say the show was terrible, but it certainly is nowhere the level of near his “Mind Freak” show. I guess he is just a television magician. Most if not all of his tricks were of the “now you see me, now you don’t” variety. Sean was wondering if Criss was gay. I don’t think he’s gay, but he certainly is into himself.
Both of us went to sleep early. I think we were both pretty exhausted.
My Bankroll = -$1600
Sean’s Bankroll = -$600
# of drinks Sean had = 8
Day 5 to follow.
