The eve of Vegas

another 3 months, another Vegas trip.

Sin City is a cruel mistress. The one mile stretch between the Stratosphere and the Luxor has prison raped me the last few times. Fun times were unavoidable, but I couldn't shake off that feeling that I stayed in Vegas one day too long. I have a good feeling about this trip though. In these changing times, I feel it is my destiny to clean up the poker tables. I've been playing well recently. Most my excursions into "high stakes" poker (although in the context of live play they're actually small stakes) have ended in heartbreak. Not bad play on my part, just unfortunate set vs set action. How many times can I flop a set, and an over pair hits their 2 outter on the turn? This question will be answered by next week.

Goals:


1) Winning Poker Session

Last trip, I made a nice recovery after running into quads in one of the first few hands. Some dumb broad ended up sucking out on my 2 pair with a flush draw, and I left down $200.

I'm feeling pretty confident with my level of play right now. As long as I stay concentrated at the table, I think I should do fine.

2) Don't lose all my money in stupid bets

Stay away from the sports books! Stay away from blackjack (or hit BJ with moderation). I don't want to do another 2 hour marathon blackjack session. I can't possibly win like that two trips in a row

3) Survive the club scene

The hardest goal to achieve. I wouldn't even usually bother with it, but there are outstanding circumstances this time. Potential pitfalls:

Long lines
both to get in and to get drinks. If I can't consume liquor fast enough, I may never make it out alive

Overpriced drinks
The only things with less return on investment than Roulette, are Vegas bar drinks.

The Club Douche

Loaded in Affliction gear (but only started watching MMA when Brock Lesnar started fighting), ready to spend all daddy's money on drinks and blow. Despite annoying personality I should be able to survive this one.

Point of irony: I'm wearing an affliction shirt and designer jeans right now. Hm.. Maybe this won't be so bad after all.

Bad Music
Euro Trash techno is my kryptonite. If I hear one fucking Paul Oakenfield song, I might go liquor coma style. We don't need the return of Super-Retardo-Patron Sean so early.

4) Sean's super secret goal
Has he been slowplaying this whole time? Oh he uses deception so well? How can we read his hand?!?

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