FL heads over to the world series of Poker, at the Rio.
http://www.worldseriesofpoker.com/
I gamble off the strip like the locals. You cant find a $5 blackjack table on the strip, they are all 15 and 25. I like a 5 table, so if I get on a bad roll, and can bet 5 and reduce my losses. When I get on a good roll and the deck is flush, I might bet 25, 50, 100, so I go up and down. That is the only way you can win. Make the same minimum bet every time, you lose every time, the house odds takes you out. That is why they won't comp you she-yit until you play 8 hours a day. Few can survive that long. And the comps they give you are she-yit any way. I like the Orleans, good 5 tables, but the $17 buffet sucks, not as good as the golden corral here for $8.
The Rio is always a locals favorite and it always had one of the best buffets featuring seafood. It was low 30's, then the Wynn begins charging $41 and they matched it. So their buffet which is nice, tops, aint worth 41. I can get about the same stuff at planet Hollywood for 10 less.
The Wynn has the best buffet, for $41, that sucker is worth it, clearly the best one on the planet.
The main thing that pisses me off so much, is they fookin make you walk a mile thru these giant casinos to get to anything thinking you will stop and gamble. They all do it. Man, you need to practice walking for several days before you come out and wear good tennis shoes with soft white socks. I still got a blister on my toe.
I could not believe the walk from the self park at the Rio to the convention center where they had the world series of poker. It felt like 2 miles, it went on forever. The old downtown Binion's was so simple and such a short walk up to the 2nd floor. This thing has got so big they had to move to a larger facility. When you arrive you are shocked to find it's all non smoking, so they are running out the doors to puff away. There were thousands of players, hard to believe. 4 huge convention rooms, full, packed with full tables of players. I kinda wanted to get in it later that week when the main event kicked off. I had the 10K cash on me, and that's one hell of a fat carbuncle and another 30K sitting in a checking account as backup. I felt I was well healed and good to go.
For a week, its all non stop cash games. There is this non stop din and noise and hundreds of players rolling chips in their hands. I played, but soon found out I lacked a whole lot of things, patience, endurance, physical and mental, and skills, all these guys had a lot more experience than me.
But there is the luck factor, you can get hot, not know she-yit and walk away with a quarter mil, I've seen that. And, you can do all the right things, not make a mistake and some punk draws inside to you and wipes you clean. I was also surprised to see most of the players were very young, in their early and mid 20's, all wanting to be somebody. There was no spectators there, during the cash games, it was all players. You can see much anyway because you cant see their hole cards, so its a guessing game like the players go through. The main event pulls some outsiders, but its mostly the players watching that have been knocked out and busted.
I got up, then milked that a while, most just toss every hand in until they wire and then they go and pray somebody is not better than them. When I finally broke back to even where I was when I came in, I pulled up and left. Breaking even, felt like a victory there.
I figured I was so outclassed, if I paid the 10K to get in, I would just blow 10K, and I could have a lot of fun on the strip with 10K.
I lost at roulette for the first time ever, still have not figured that one out. I even lost at blackjack, but the last day I began to win and again, finished up the week, dead even. I did not spend a lot of time at the tables, as I knew I was as cold as ice. Oh well, lucky in love, unlucky at cards, what can I tell ya.