Saturday Keeps on Sucking

I have really been trying to get past Saturday. The posts get decidedly more interesting on Sunday so here is the final post for that day. I spent some time in the MGM poker room for the second time. The first days game was wild and loose. A real high variance – high profit kind of game. The second table I think I came a little too early. I was with a couple of semi-pro’s and a few looser guys mixed in. Nothing good came of it.

I will say I had my chances to make a lot of money. I think it added to my frustration that nothing hit. If a hand did hit it soon went to shit. Like when I was able to flop the nut straight, push all in, get called by two pair, AND another guy. The smoke finally cleared and I had to split the pot with another ATo. It is frustrating when your looking at the nuts and over $300 in a pot and your take becomes $50. Ug. Better than losing I guess.

I also got called by this nut job who played any high card. Of course my AK/AQ/AJ/88 never hit. He would never fold. Every flop was hitting him. I lost money. It was ugly. The other thing I noticed on this table is that the dealers were big assholes. Now the MGM was not a bad place in general. The club next door and all of the screaming dance music made it hard to concentrate but I had enjoyed myself the first night. The second time I played the dealers were crabby. They could not yell at you fast enough. Too slow this. Too fast that. Wait your turn. Play the game. How about you shut the fuck up and deal the cards? One hand that pissed me off was when I did not notice someone had raised before me. So I put two bucks into the pot thinking I am calling. I am not allowed to take my money back when I realize my mistake. A couple of hands later a guy puts fifteen into the pot because he thinks someone raised. He of course is allowed to take his money back. I was disappointed with the table in general. Not just because I was losing.

Veneno also had no luck as she quickly dropped a buyin. I think she gave a blowjob to an old guy at the 3-card poker table to make some of it back though! I am just speculating because she mentioned old guy, three card poker, and came back with fifty bucks. A little while after she left I busted out. I was minus 200 for the table and minus sixty for the trip so far.

I then pulled the worse mistake of the entire trip. I screwed up and went back to my room to watch a little TV and relax. Except before I knew it I was pulling an Icky! You got it.. I passed out cold. I was looking forward to meeting the bloggers later that night and it really pissed me off. One minute I am relaxing and the next thing I know it is morning. The birds or whatever Vegas has to replace them, the prairie dogs perhaps were chirping outside of my window. I had fucked up bad. What to do next?

Next Episode: How I left my pants in Icks room after the shower