Though I havenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t been writing much about
anything it, I have been hitting the tables here in Vegas. Have sampled a handful of rooms and action Ã¢â‚¬Â¦ spreading the lore of the Hammer and the Sang all along the way, of course, as I seek to replace the competitive camaraderie of the Batface home game perhaps with something akin to JackieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s back in the (Dallas underground hey)day.
That came easier than usual this week, when TBR-bro-in-law Patrick came to town. He was staying at the Luxor, so we met up at Cathouse for a drink. (Cathouse is basically like the Lodge without the nipples, and Celeb-chef Kerry Simon in place of Jose Luis.) A couple Lagavulins later, we walked over to Mandalay Bay, where we took two seats together at a $2/$4 no-limit table. This was bigger stakes than either of us had been playing, but hey, we were feelinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ half-drinky good, and it seemed a better option than waiting, as the room was totally full and festive on a Thursday night. A familiar face was seated with us Ã¢â‚¬â€œ Ran Nelson, a very good Dallas player whom I hadnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t seen since the days of JackieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s Ã¢â‚¬â€œ what a delight. He had a new cardmarker, a square block of acrylic with his little Stuey guy inside of it, surrounded by chips from the various important poker rooms to Ran, including WinStar in Oklahoma and the old Sixth Street in Dallas.
I was playing great Ã¢â‚¬â€œ more-than-doubled up in about an hour by trapping a well-stacked opponent in classic Dan-style Ã¢â‚¬Â¦ but then was back to square 1 a few hands later when I got unlucky on the turn Ã¢â‚¬Â¦ and back to square 0 when I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t remember what I did but I am pretty sure it was stupid, starting with playing the likes of [cards]qs 4s[/cards].
Cash out: $0
No excuses Ã¢â‚¬â€œ perhaps an explanation Ã¢â‚¬â€œ but I was kinda in a hurry. It was two-minutes-to-midnight and I had an important meeting to attend with a PR chick from LA Ã¢â‚¬Â¦ she was in town for a big shoe convention and may have been
well-stacked attractive and 26 years old. Having gone bust, I met up with her at a blackjack table where she was sweating a fashionable colleague, and from there we went to Raffles Cafe to discuss some Thrillist biz and talk about the skanky prostitute working the hallway of her hotel room.
It was a more-than-productive break, and having absorbed the alcohol with mini-sliders, crab dip, and some good non-poker female convo — “She did what to you? No way! I’m so sorry … Wow” — I walked LA shoe-girl to the elevator and returned to the MB poker room … sure enough, the action was still Thursday-night juicy (even though it was technically Friday morning) and I was able to book my biggest win of 2008.
Cash out: $1505
Food: $30 (Pre-game, Raffles)