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The Perils of Paulie - An Irregular Blog
duke3016:
--- Quote from: Paulie_D on September 29, 2010, 13:04:57 PM ---
Calling all the way with bottom pair on a four flushed board hoping to make trips!
Calling with a medium pair on a board of all overcards waiting for their two outer! Etc., Etc.
--- End quote ---
Great reading -- was I there without knowing it ::)
Paulie_D:
Paulie_D:
Extracted from a Trip Report/ Blog entry from June 2009.
Sidebar: During this trip I"d been planning on playing many tournaments and dipping my toe into playing Craps. This proved to be a costly mistake which left me with a much depleted bankroll for the rest of the trip. For that reason, I started playing Low Limit Poker. It introduced me to something which I had pretty much disdained in the past but has proved quite profitable since.
Las Vegas: June 16th 2009
"Blue Moon and The Drinking Bear"
I cab over to the Excalibur and on my way to the Poker Room, I head into Dick"s Last Resort to grab some food and a few beers before playing. I find a new beer to me..."Blue Moon" which is a very tasty Belgian-style witbier brewed by the Molson Coors Brewing Company in Golden, Colorado).
This is where I make a mistake. It turns out that when I left my room to head over to the Excalibur, I left my Poker Head on the dresser and wore my Drinky Head instead.
I have the taste on.....this is not good.
Anyway, some time later (while still pretty much compos mentis) I wander over to the Poker Room and invest $20 in their 7pm Limit O8 tournament. You start with 20BB and the levels are only 15 minutes. I pretty much double up in the first hand when my uncounterfeitable low becomes the wheel on the river.
Wish I could say I pwned it but it wasn't to be. Not only was I sucking back the brewskis but I did make some questionable hand selections.
I'm wondering if there could have been a connection.....Nah!
Two friends (Jim & Jason) also on the trip with me turn up just as I donk out and we go play some slot machines while prop betting on bonus features.
While at the bar we meet a honeymooning couple who just got married in Vegas and we chat to them for a fair while....and the beer kept flowing.
My friend Jim goes off to the Poker Room to start reaping the benefits of the .50/$1 e-table while Jason and I chinwag at the bar.....and the beer kept flowing.
We rail Jim for a while but I start nodding off so Jase and I decide to go for a wander while I wake up a bit.
Unfortunately, the wander takes me past a craps table....a quiet craps table.
Sidebar: Quiet Craps tables are "cold" because no-one is winning. If you want the action, find a loud craps table. It cost me a fair amount of this trip"s bankroll to find this out.
In short order I drop the $200 earlier poker profit.....FECK!
One day I will learn.
Jason on the other hand makes two bets and wins $120...Swine!
That's pretty much me done for the night. It's 2 am and Jim's had enough so I bid them goodnight and cab back to the IP.
Las Vegas: June 17th 2009
A few hours later I wake up and the drinking bear has visited me in the night. You know the one I mean.
He comes into your room, clubs you over the head, takes all your money, spreads your clothes all over the floor and craps in your mouth...that one.
Now I know why my brother Pete sleeps all day when he's in Vegas...it's not the alcohol, it"s that bloody bear.
Paulie_D:
Extracted from a Trip Report/ Blog entry from January 2008.
Sidebar: A trip to Vegas with my brother Pete. We"re staying at the Stratosphere. I"d been delayed due to flight connections...Pete arrived early and had been playing blackjack for many hours. He likes Corona.
Las Vegas: January 12th 2008
"Pick a card...any card"
After I crashed out last night and finally nodded off to sleep...my phone rings....
Blearily, I mumble, "Allo?", mentally adding "You git"
As suspected, it"s the sibling spannered out of his skull..."Erm, whash the rhume nummer, mate?"
I dutifully reel off the room number and wait for him to pour through the door...I few minutes later, I hear him trying his room key card in the lock...nope, doesn"t work the first, second or third time.
With a sigh, I heave my aging carcase out of bed to let him in...the problem is clear...he"s using the casino loyalty card instead of the room key card.
Naturally, none of this is remembered the next morning...
Paulie_D:
Extracted from a Trip Report/ Blog entry from January 2008.
Sidebar: A trip to Vegas with my brother Pete. He still likes Corona.
Las Vegas: January 14th 2008
"Hello Pit"
Anyway...I"m up with larks (well, bleary eyed larks that is) after a 3.30 am finish...wait...no Pete!
Another all-nighter I guess, hope he"s doing well. That"s the thing about Pete...it"s not about the winning or losing...as long he"s having a good time..he don"t care.
So, I potter around for a couple of hours until I get a text from my friends Jim and Terry who are also along on the trip..."IHOP, now!"
Sidebar: The food options at the Stratosphere are...adequate...fortunately, within 50 yards there are other options, IHOP and Denny"s being the best.
So we find Pete on our way out...yep, he"s still at the blackjack table...but he postpones food for now, so the three of us head off for some scran.
We"ll have the Big Breakfast Combo....3 bacon, 3 sausage, 3 gammon pieces and 4 eggs...$8.99....Mmmmm, IHOP!
Halfway through, the drunken bum dearest brother wanders in. Honestly, there are only few things funnier than watching a functioning drunk eat. Stabbing at a piece of bacon and missing because he can"t focus, cleaning his plate and then trying to eat the napkin...as I said, a few things funnier...but not many.
After a while, Jim & Terry are done and head off. In an unusual act of familial compassion, I decide to wait for Pete and make sure he gets back. Some time later I pay and I lead the sot back to our room
One of the funnier things...is watching a stuffed drunk trying to undress himself....
OK, a quick aside here, it"s not that I like watching a grown man get undressed, honest guv"nor, but someone has to in case he falls over and hurts humself....plus, they charge extra for cleaning up blood &/or vomit
...anyway, Pete finally manages to fight himself free of his jeans...mumbles something about "Hello, pit...it"s good to be back" and decants himself into bed. 4.7 nanoseconds later the snoring commences.
Good Times.
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