That gamble, like so many others of the past 48 hours, didn't pay off.
But some of them did:
It was just after Midnight. After a dissapointing Mirage tournament in
which I might have played my worst poker of the trip and after I
walked over to TI and lost more in a $1-$3 NL game - I was done.
Done gambling, done for the trip. Time to take the long walk from TI
to the Monte Carlo, sleep and head for the airport immediadetly after
But I knew there was a 1 am Caesars tournament.
I knew there would be many great looking women hanging around the
poker room's entrance ( the room shares a wall with Pure nightclub ).
And I knew there would be Pussycat Doll blackjack dealers.
What I didn't expect to see was a $10 blackjack table with a pussycat
I decided that, now at about 12:40, I would sit down with $100 and
try to get to $170 in twenty minutes (in time for that 1 am $70
This is a good story. I did it. I was very closely tracking my
betting, and promptly left when I hit my goal on the mark.
It felt remarkable, hustling over from the blackjack table to the
In my mind, I played that 1 am tourney for free. And I knew it would,
for sure, be my last gaming action of the trip.
I played for over two hours. Busting out in 9th place out of 19 (only
top 3 paid). It was 3:45 am by the time I finally go back to the
Monte Carlo. Ending the vacation on a, for me, somewhat happy note.