P3 is posting from the balcony of his one bedroom suite at Signature. 1000 square feet. Overlooking Wet Republic. Plush.
I took off for vegas on the 8:35 am direct from DCA. First class, of course . . . Omelets, fresh fruit and cocktails for breakfast . . . A couple of Opie and Anthony Podcasts provided the entertainment. . . .
Whence I arrived around 11:00, there were no suites available. So I checked my bags and headed to the casino to drop a couple hundred on the Padres at -108. And, from there, it was off to Whiskey Down to grind some sweet, sweet, devils game over a few mild libations. In the end, I dropped $150 playing video poker. But cashed the Padres game. Score.
Early evening, I bet $100 on the A's -140 and went over to Aria to see if Rob was still surviving in the Daily. I did not see Rob. But, I did find my old friend, Mr 100 hand VP machine. I slipped a cool hundy in the machine and shortly thereafter, hit my hand -- AA5A . . . . Quad AAAA hit 3 times . . . and Quad AAAA with the sweet, sweet kicker hit twice. A clean double up and P3 was zooooom.
From there, it was over to the Monte Carlo where P3 decided to check out the poker room. The room was on life support at 5:00 pm. One limit game, and two $1/2 NL . . . but both were shorthanded. I took a seat next to a few kinds from London They too had bet the A's, although neither had a clue what baseball was about. Sadly, I explained to them how the Ump was squeezing the strike zone on Scott Kazmir . . . and how Sam Fulds center field defense was atrocious . . . and how the game was basically a loss after the 3rd inning.
On the felt, I did manage to cash decent profit, despite the atrociousness of the game. The key hand saw an UTG raise to $10 . . . and 7 callers . . . I looked down in the blind at JJ . . . fantastic. I popped to $120 and it folded around. Easy $80 . . . .
Te game broke shortly thereafter and I headed back to MGM. There, I stopped by the poker room to see if Rob was in action. Indeed, he was. I stopped by to chat briefly and saw Rob take down several nice pots with flop C-bets. I didn't see his hole card, so I don't know if he was value betting or bullying. Either way, Rob scooped some decent chips while we talked.
From there, it was off to dinner. Craftsteak at MGM. After scallops to start . . . the filet . . . and the mushroom risotto . . . and two glasses of the Silver Oak 2009 . . . suffice it to say . . . P3 needs to win some cash at the tables tomorrow.
Good night from Paradise . . .