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 Something old. The Stardust on death row. The number of windows remaining decreased throughout the week. By Friday you could look straight through and see Boulder Station from one direction, and the Wynn from the other. Implosion is exected some time in March.
 Something new. Just one of the many ways Harrah’s continues to downgrade Caesars Palace. If it’s so bad it’s good, like hanging huge pictures of David Hasslehoff doing jazz hands from the fake Arc de Triomphe, I can appreciate it. However this is just skin-crawlingly tasteless.
 Something broken. When keno channels go bad.
 Something green. This is what $500 in "casino credit" looks like. Oh look, it’s Celine Dion again.
 Something tall. The Stratosphere from a random angle, but I kinda like this shot. "Home to the world’s highest roller-coaster", boasts the video they play you as the BMI plane touches down. Not for a couple of years it’s not been… it’s basically just one big commercial for Dollar car rental anyway, but – as you’d expect – it’s already horribly out of date.
 Something dark. Westward Ho is just rubble now but it looks like the sign is waiting to be taken to the Neon Museum.
 Something handsome. Best carpet in town, at the soon-to-be Planet Hollywood. Let’s hope they’ve changed enough to actually get rid of the jinx this time.
Plane landed on time, once I finally got there. That’s the last time I let someone organise a ride for me, as my limo ended up nearly an hour late, and I was getting just a little flustered. The flight was half empty and I wasn’t the last to get there, but I had no time to eat. Aside from some snackage in the green room and picking at plane food, the last thing I ate was Saturday morning, a horrible greasy breakfast skillet thing at Imperial Palace . Ready for a curry! It took a while for them to assemble the staircase to the plane. Either there was no proper gate available or the pilot had missed the jetty by a mile. We piled out onto the tarmac, with everybody managing to refrain from kissing the ground.
If you’d told me any time this week that I’d be spending my last night in Vegas at Pure I’d have laughed in your face. But after the trip back from Downtown to Caesars in the party limo bus (it was a long trip, but it could have been longer – the coolest vehicle I’ve ever been in) I joined some of the other losers and their friends and did just that. I could call it camaraderie, but mostly I think it was just that we all wanted to go and get drunk.
Yeah, I lost. No real spoiler there, you know I’d be bragging much sooner if I’d won it! I think I’ll post some hands I remember separately but still before I get to see the show. Although it went out in the USA whilst I was flying, it should be on late Wednesday night here but it’s not showing in the Sky EPG at all any more! I might have to find a torrent in order to watch myself looking like a nervous donkey and probably folding the best hand too many times.
I wasn’t sure that playing $20 roulette was the best way to get free drinks, but the game was kind to me. And apparently we played briefly with Jim Belushi, although I never even noticed, so I’m starstruck in retrospect only. I played four numbers and hit three of them in the first four spins! Beginner’s luck I’m sure, as all I’ve done before is the odd matchplay coupon and being an evil influence on Vij one time. He’d gone to make a bet for a friend at work, just a $25 double or nothing bet on red. When it hit, I managed to convince him that he could press it and go again. Then if it wins he keeps $50 himself and pays his mate off too, but if it loses then nobody really knows. Plus EV to be sure… 🙂 The next spin is black, of course.
I still have no idea how we got into Pure. Seat Five, Trey Aitken (long "a", silent "t" – he wasn’t going to get it misprounced on TV) did something or said something and then suddenly we were jumping ahead of about 400 people standing in line around the casino. Par-tay animal Trey blew his $500 in chips the night before on table service with a bottle of vodka. No table this time, but hey you can’t have everything… Welcome to the home of the $10 beer, but this place is something else.
Let’s start with the fact that it’s so damn big it needs an elevator. You can jump right in and go straight up to the strip level balcony. Which is fantastic. It’s not going to be the great city-wide view like you’d get at the clubs in Palms and Rio that are fifty something stories high, but it’s right in the heart of the action. Neon in your eyes and desert air in your face. Just awesome. And if that wasn’t good enough, there’s the Pussycat Dolls too. Caesars’ answer to the Binion Dollar Babes – a poor substitute, but they’ll do 🙂
I have a ton more pictures as usual (actually 351 it says, not bad for a week’s work eh) and some of them are even in focus. Expect me to bore you rigid throughout the week!
As I walked back to my very nice large room in the new Augustus tower at Caesars tonight there was a security guy with a podium waiting by the elevators. He asked the couple walking ahead of me for their room key. I went to reach for mine from my pocket but he waved me on. "You work here, go ahead", he said. Sure I was wearing a Caesars logo jacket, but even if that looks like a uniform (which it doesn’t) and even if employees use the customer elevators (which I’m sure they don’t) what would I be doing there at 2am without a room service cart or luggage or something?
I have all my Mansion freebies now, except for one surprise that we apparently get at the taping tomorrow. Everything came in a rather nice sports bag. There’s a baseball cap, a too small t-shirt , a deck of cards, two round but rather sharp silver things that I can only assume are meant to be card protectors, a book about how to play poker (just in case I qualified by accident?) and a badge. Yes, a badge. What am I? Twelve?
The $50 food credit is a swipeable gift card for any of the Caesars restaurants (but not the Forum Shops, so no Cheesecake Factory) and it looks like it will last a while, which is great because I’m never going to spend it all by Sunday. The $500 casino credit is a stack of green chips, some of which have Celine Dion’s head on them. I cashed them in and went over the road to play $2/$4 at the IP instead.
At the cage there are separate lines for diamond level players and all other plebs, as there are almost everywhere now. I’m still waiting for the diamond urinal and vip washbasin to appear in the gents, it won’t be long before you have to show a player’s card to have a piss. All I wanted to do was walk up to the pleb counter – three clerks, one customer, nobody waiting. But that wasn’t to be my decision. They have someone waiting there to ask whether you are special, and presumably if you are you can’t just use any old counter, it has to be the vip one, as long as you stop and rummage through your pockets to produce the right coloured card. It did make me wonder what else, other than a separate line, the diamond members were getting. Do they valet park the notes into your wallet for you?
They did get me a car to Caesars. Yay! I’ve just done my pre-match interview nonsense, which involved me struggling to think of anything interesting to say whilst trying to smile and not look like a psychopath. After I maxed out on poker last night, I’m pretty spaced and trying to be human was all a bit too much effort really.
My mimes are: trying to look tired (as I’ve travelled further than anyone else this week); jazz hands (they will project Vegas behind me, apparently); trying to not drop a laptop whilst typing with one hand. For all of them they kept asking to tilt my head down to avoid glare from my glasses, but I’m sure this will just have created new glare from my rapidly thinning scalp.
Now I have some free time (wowee) until dinner later, when I’ll get my $500 in chips. In the meantime I’m contemplating a poker-free day. Yesterday I played three tournaments and three hours of no-limit and nothing went right. OK, maybe a poker-free afternoon. There’s always the 11pm tourney at Caesars or $2/$4 over at the IP.
My champagne just arrived too. Felt like I needed to tip but (a) they weren’t expecting me to be here and (b) I’m not going to drink it. I might have the ice bucket though 🙂
So yesterday, I lost at The Orleans at midday, Binions at 8pm and the Strat at midnight, with a bit of $1/$2 NL inbetween. I have bad beat stories from each if anyone would care to ask, but I’m sure they won’t.
Binions have let me down though. Here’s the scenario. We’re down to three tables and I’m in need of chips. I see A7 and push. It’s early position, but we’re seven handed, and I just can’t wait any longer. I get one caller, but as we go to flip our cards the caller notices he no longer has them. The dealer has taken his hand and mucked it.
Almost the exact same thing happened on Monday at the final table. A player moves all in, a shorter stack calls and I umm and ah and fold pocket 7s – I have him covered but not by much. Whilst I’m deciding the delaer has taken his hand. Jenny the Floor comes over and tells it like it is – players must protect their hand, and as soon as it hits the muck it’s dead. The short stack doubles up without even showing her cards. If I’d called here, I’d have eliminated a player without showdown. The floorlady shows a printed copy of the TDA rules to the protesting player and we move on.
So why, this time, is the hand recovered from the muck and played out? I can’t really explain this without sounding like an angle-shooting asshole, and that’s exactly how I came across at the table. I didn’t want to push too much because, basically, I agree that if the dealer makes a mistake costing the player a pot then they should try to make an effort to put things right. But here’s how it actually played out.
Ethan the Floor whispers to the player. The player whispers back. Ethan picks up the muck, riffles through it and gives the player back two cards. I ask why he’s changing the rules and he says, "I have discretion and I’m doing it for the integrity of the game". So much for integrity when it’s one rule for one and one rule for another. I was close to asking whether he knew the player, but thought better of it, took my shot against his pocket nines and left.
It was only on the bus back that I realised why this was so bad. I don’t care so much about the hand being played out, but that rule is there for a reason. It’s to ensure that cards cannot be swapped, and if your cards touch another player’s unprotected cards as you throw them in, both hands are instantly killed. This is exactly the way the situation would be handled if the floorman was colluding with the player. That’s not what I’m saying happened here, and I don’t believe it did. It was just a power-hungry floorman who thought he was doing the right thing, and was not going to let anyone tell him what the actual rule was. So now, sadly, there’s always going to be doubt in my mind as to whether something dodgy was going on here. If they must go hunting for cards in the muck – which I’ve never seen done before, just the idea of doing so is ridiculous really – at least announce the cards you’re looking for out loud, and then turn the muck face up to see if it’s there and the cards are next to each other.
Took full advantage of two new player signup offers at Sahara on by way back tonight after crashing out of the Venetian’s tournament. It was all going swimmingly until my JJ was cracked by an over-excited 66 who wasn’t quite as short-stacked as he thought he was. I never fully recovered. I did discover somewhere to get a very nice pastrami sandwich to go from the Grand Canal Shoppes though, which was not quite messy enough for me to end up with mayonaise all over the cards. I’d walked to the Venetian, taking photos on the way including some very sad shots of the Stardust which has been having its windows ripped out from the top downwards since I got here. They’re nearly done now, so it won’t be long before it goes kerblammo.
The first offer at the Sahara was a totally free $10 slot play, which was mine for the taking as Sahara had wiped my account from their system. It’s probably been 5 years since I played there with a slot card so I’m not really surprised. I turned the $10 in machine credit into $10 in real money in 8 spins of video poker. Mission accomplished! They still have some machines that pay out in coin, which used to be an inconvenience but now they’ve made virtually everything ticket-in-ticket-out I do miss not getting my hands filthy and having to carry round buckets of quarters.
The other offer was a promo chip deal, where $40 gets you $50 in $5 chips. You can’t cash the chips in, they have to be wagered – and lost, because when you win you get the winnings as a regular chip but the stake remains in play as a promo chip. Not sure what this is worth, but it’s definitely worth doing. I had a similar deal at the Hilton before but I think it’s only for hotel guests there.
If I’d played like I normally would, increasing my bet with each win, I’d have made a killing. As I’d decided to only make the same bet each hand though, in order to clear the bonus, I only finished up with $90. There was a long streak where I just couldn’t lose, and when I tipped the dealer the other players looked puzzled and I had to explain what the other chip was for. Still, free money is never something to be sneezed at.
I’d already noticed that I was the only one there who knew what was going on though. There’s a reason the Sahara can still make money from $3 tables! Never mind the odd rookie mistake like standing on a 16 when the dealer shows a big card. One hand when the dealer showed a 3, the lady to my right hit her 13 and bust; the chap to my left split his pair of kings and ended up with a 15 and a 16. The guy on third base had a blackjack, but I half expected him to hit it anyway. The next hand he hit on a 13, drew an ace and then decided that 14 was enough.
The dealer wasn’t much better. I doubled on a soft 18 against her 5 (turns out this is actually wrong, but there can’t be much in it; with 6 decks you double soft 17 against 2 to 6, but soft 17 against a 6 only) and I was given a 9, and next thing I know I see two red chips flying my way after she hits to 17. By the time I’d figured out that there was no way I could have possibly won that hand, only pushed at best, everyone had moved on. I don’t think I was the only lucky one!
I just had an email from one of the Poker Dome producers that was sent to all six of the contestants in my heat. So of course, I’ve been using this boob to do a little research 🙂
I already knew one of my opponents would be Carl Olsen, as he was the other qualifier from my heat. He was a runner up in the 2005 EPT French Open (apparently dumping out to his best mate) and has a string of other live cashes to his name, and online success as colson10. In fact, when searching for just his name, Google suggests: "See results for: carl olson poker".
Turns out we also have another possible online pro at the table in Steve Day. Sharkscope actually lists him (ackbleh) as a loser on PokerStars (current form is "tilt", it unhelpfully says), although he does play $210 and $315 turbo SNGs, which are perfect training for a speed poker TV crapshoot. Steve has a handful of respectable recent cashes to his name. Olson also is listed as playing $525 turbos and $500 and $200 heads up SNGs, although he hasn’t been on Stars for a few months.
Of the other three players, I only found one possible hit – Trey Aitken, a cafe owner from Alabama.
I still don’t think there’s any reason to let this intimidate me. I’ve known all along the game will be fast and furious, and at least I already expect two of the guys to be prepared for that and play accordingly. Besides, there’s a very good chance that any skill or experience will be rendered neutral by the TV format. Virtually every contestant I’ve seen on Poker Dome so far has appeared to be as poor as the show itself. Oh, should I not say that? I still have a one in six chance of $25k on Saturday, but I figure my odds of looking clueless are much higher.
Four tournaments played and one cash – 3rd place at Binions – put me into a small profit for the trip so far. Then I blew it by losing nearly $200 at $2/$4 on the coldest streak of cards I’d seen pretty much ever. The table was great, including a Hawaiian woman who couldn’t see the cards very well and sometimes just hoped she’d actually made a pair. Wasn’t happening for me though – it was 2h45m before I won my first pot (must be a record) with pocket aces, although the table had dropped to 6 players at that point so it was a little easier for a big pair to hold up. The very next hand I had AA again, it won a second time, but then every other hand I hit I ended up splitting the pot.
In the Binions tournament I stayed to watch the last two battle it out with stupidly high blinds and they actually kept it going for some time. Then, the internet poker gods intervened. On a flop of 789, both players get it all in. One shows 78, the other somehow found a call with AQ. Turn J. River T. Lovely.
A sign at the entrance barriers to the Las Vegas Monorail reads:
"Due to the heightened security alert, all carry on bags are subject to inspection"
I’m sure the monorail is a high profile target for terrorists. A bomb would surely injure a handful, and inconvenience dozens.
I’m awake not long after 3am as usual, on the lucky 14th floor of the Stratosphere (remember, the number 13 does not exist here), although I’m grateful right now to be here at all. Took me three hours before I could check in, thanks to Travelworm (they don’t deserve a hyperlink) kindly faxing through a list of customers that had cancelled their bookings, and my name was on the list. Apparently they had the same problem yesterday. So I had to wait around for a new list to get faxed through, leaving me wandering the casino wheeling my suitcase from tv screen to tv screen. Not that big a deal really, as all I really wanted to do before crashing out was watch the football, but I would have liked to do it without having to sit on my suitcase in a sportsbook. No point checking my bags with the bell desk – apparently they were sending some folk to another hotel yesterday because of the Travelworm cock up.
Had a pretty good flight really. No problems with flashing the silver diamond club card to get priority check-in (not that there was much of a line anyway) and I got the lounge pass without asking, as well as being pointed towards to priority security door, which was great because there was a huge line to be scanned. Also discovered that if you wait for an escort from the lounge to the gate (in the past we’ve always gone wandering for duty free, usually disappointed – £17 for Jack Daniels… what’s the point when I can get one for $12 over here?) then you get to board the plane first too. I got one of the legroom seats at the front of the cabin too, and they fed me Macaroni Cheese, which is surprisngly edible for plane food. Very little that can go wrong with it, really.
I got a chatty cabby who wanted to know everything. Of course the subject of why I was in town came up, so I had to tell him I was going to be on TV. Rude not to. I then proceeded to jinx myself. This was one of those perfect moments where I say something like, "you know if I win the million, I’ll buy you a Mercedes" or something, pushing my karma up and creating a nice little story for when I do actually win. But I only thought about it later. Crapola.
Now waiting for the breakfast buffet to open, then will work out a plan for my poker assualt this week!
My flight for Vegas leaves at 9:05. T-1, I guess, although it’s really too close to call.
It’s not the first time I’ll have flown alone, but it’s my first time time flying transatlantic. I went to Guernsey once by myself for a job interview, and mostly what I remember is that they grow a lot of tomatoes there and everyone is so rich they have to outdo each other with their fast cars, even though the island speed limit is 35mph. Jersey, apparently, has a dual carriageway where you can go up to 40mph. They grow potatoes there, and cows.
So many things I’ve never had to deal with before that I’ll be learning over the next few days. Firstly, the all-important question of whether I want a window seat or an aisle seat. Do I want to be treading over a stranger when I need to stretch, or do I want to be the one getting budged out the way, probably at a critical point in one of the in-flight movies.
At Christmas the plane was half-empty (or half-full, for the optimists reading) and we were able to move to the front row of the cabin and have plenty of stretching space. It looks like there’s still room on this flight as BMI was showing seats available for £188 – plus £131 tax, but still the cheapest direct flight I’ve ever seen – yesterday. Still don’t know what it takes to get an upgrade when the premium cabin is empty, but given that a silver Diamond Club card now doesn’t even get you priority check-in any more, and we had to fight at Christmas to get our lounge privileges, I can’t see that happening.
I’m shooting for an aisle seat mostly because they tend to put the in-flight entertainment units under the window seats. Here’s what I could be watching. A better selection on the way back than on the way out (I am not talking about Jackass). However I’ve loaded up a couple of memory sticks with movies to watch on my PSP now that I’ve finally figured out how to do it – I’m sure it’s more content that the battery life will allow me to watch though – and successed in packing my 8Gb ipod to the brim with many more podcasts than I could ever listen to. It’s showing 12.4Mb free, which is close enough to capacity for me.
It’ll also be the first time for years I’ll have been in Vegas without a car, so I am going to have to find other ways to get around. Staying at the Strat there’s a monorail station just up the road, but $5/trip is silly. There’s a ten ride pack for $35 that’s better value (although still expensive, and uneconomical to get to almost anywhere if you are travelling in a group of two or more) which I’m guessing I could burn my way through in a week.
The Deuce bus which runs up and down the strip and to Downtown (and, as I’ve just learned, sometimes all the way South to the Outlet Center in case my "business attire" is not suitable) is handy, but slow. The timetable reckons about 40 minutes to get from Sahara to MGM Grand. The same journey is 12.5 minutes on the monorail, so even by the time you’ve walked for miles through the casino to get to the station at the very back of the property, it’s much quicker.
Getting to The Orleans by bus (they have a few tournaments I fancy playing) takes 1h3m according to the RTC route planner, with two buses and half a mile of total walking. I reckon I could drive it in ten minute drive, fifteen if I hit every red light possible, so a cabbie can do it in less. I’ll be going posh if I do decide to go there. Getting downtown, on the other hand, should be a breeze. The bus picks up right outside The Strat and takes 17 minutes to get to the Downtown Transportation Center. Bus station to you and me.
The other thing I’m not sure how I’ll contend with is eating alone. I can’t live on McDonald’s and Subway for a week. I don’t think I’d have too much trouble grabbing a newspaper and sitting alone with a breakfast buffet or in a cafe, but I think it will be pretty intimidating to go for dinner alone. I did fish out a few coupons from the American Casino Guide though that were valid for loners like myself – 50% off your bill, rather than a two-for-one offer. Kudos to The Orleans and Terribles for allowing that option, but that’s it. Everywhere else requires patrons in even numbers.
Anyway, need to be up at 5ish. Better try to sleep!
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Something old. The Stardust on death row. The number of windows remaining decreased throughout the week. By Friday you could look straight through and see Boulder Station from one direction, and the Wynn from the other. Implosion is exected some time in March.
Something new. Just one of the many ways Harrah’s continues to downgrade Caesars Palace. If it’s so bad it’s good, like hanging huge pictures of David Hasslehoff doing jazz hands from the fake Arc de Triomphe, I can appreciate it. However this is just skin-crawlingly tasteless.
Something broken. When keno channels go bad.
Something green. This is what $500 in "casino credit" looks like. Oh look, it’s Celine Dion again.
Something tall. The Stratosphere from a random angle, but I kinda like this shot. "Home to the world’s highest roller-coaster", boasts the video they play you as the BMI plane touches down. Not for a couple of years it’s not been… it’s basically just one big commercial for Dollar car rental anyway, but – as you’d expect – it’s already horribly out of date.
Something dark. Westward Ho is just rubble now but it looks like the sign is waiting to be taken to the Neon Museum.
Something handsome. Best carpet in town, at the soon-to-be Planet Hollywood. Let’s hope they’ve changed enough to actually get rid of the jinx this time.
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