We finally settled at a bar in Paris in the middle of the action so we could sit and have a few drinks, we were all very jet lagged and exhausted at this point, it was around 1am Vegas time. I ordered a round of Red Bull and Vodka which would either give us more energy or kill us. We decided to call it an early night so my friends went back to their hotel and I went to check the list for the $1/2 NL game at Paris only to find it 8 deep and they were not going to open another table so I staggered out of there in search of a game. Logically the next hotel I came across was Bally’s, so I took the mile long trek into the casino and found the poker room.
They had a seat for me at the $1/2 NL game which had a $100 minimum and $300 maximum buy in. I decided since I was already kind of drunk so I only bought in for $200. I get my chips and look around the table to see the lay of the land. There is one guy in the 7s with around $2000 in front of him in neat stacks of $5 red chips, the 8s had about $500, and the 9s had $600. I was in the 3s and a mix of players from bad to average rotated through the others all night long. I would say that in total there was about $5000 on this $1/2 table which is a sick amount of money. I knew I needed to adjust to the bigger raises and continuation bets if I wanted to survive with my stack and dignity in tact.
I knew this was the perfect table for me, they would be used to big bets coming from the big stacks, which could of meant anything, so when I bet big because I have something I should be able to get paid off. If the big stack decided to play back at me I would have to have a made hand to tangle with him. I do not remember to many exact hands but I know that I had a very solid image within an hour of sitting down. I would make a few plays at the small pots and pick them up with rags or over cards. My continuation bets were getting the respect of a very tight player. My philosophy is to raise to $15 whenever I have a premium hand which normally meant getting 2 callers, I would CB for about $25-$30 and take pots down. I was sitting at around $400 when things became very entertaining, this was around 5 am as well. We got 2 new players at this time, one crazy steaming maniac that normally plays the $2/5 games who just got back from the WSOP on my right and a hot chick named Natasha who was from L.A. on my left. Natasha and I decided to make things interesting and do a couple shots since the red bull and vodka's obviously weren't enough for me, so we ordered a couple jagerbombs to the table. The rest of the table was pretty talkative but they seemed to mean business and didn't want to partake in the festivities. We slammed those back and ordered a shot every time the button came around for the next few levels. I was pretty much shit faced by this point, 6 am, I had to stand up and stretch over the table from my 3s to make out what had flopped, the table was quite amused at this. I manage to flop a couple decent hands and bluff whenever I didn't to get my stack up to $500ish. I was dropping F-Bombs a lot at this point and I think I may of been getting loud because I seemed to get warned about every 15 minutes to stop swearing, stop talking about hands,, my reaction to this was to ask the table if they wanted me to leave in the most drunken way I could. They never seemed to want me to leave because they all had an eye on my money, thinking that it would be easy to take money off the drunk. I used it to my advantage as much as possible, but if I did take a stab at a pot and it didn't work I could always let it go.
I had 3 hands that I actually remember around this time. The first one was when the maniac on my left who was now 2 buyins stuck told me to raise without looking at my cards, so I obliged, and the flop came with a rainbow 962, I got a couple of callers so I checked and it gets check around, turn is a 9, I check since I don't know my cards, and one guy bets the other guy folds and I tell him I have to look at my cards. I peak down at 910o and declare raise and pop it up $50 and get the guy to fold. I show my hand and it gets the table going pretty good. The table started to straddle at some point, people were betting in the dark, and generally having a great time at the table. The next hand I remember was when I raised it up to $15 and got 2 callers, one was the big stack, so before the flop came I told him that he would call my raises with any two cards hoping to bust me, he just smiled and laughed. I have no idea what the flop was but I bet $30 into the callers and they both folded so I threw my 93o face up in the middle of the table. They both shook there head and realized that it was just a matter of time before they would bust me. :) I normally don't act like this but the big stack was kind of a dick and he flashed a few bluffs earlier so he did have it coming.
The last hand of the night came after the huge stack decided to move seats from the 7s to the 5s to be closer to my left, I don't know if he wanted to hear my conversations or just keep a closer eye on me?? It was funny someone racking $2000 in chips just to move 2 spots over. I was in the BB when the hot chick in the 4s raised it up to $15 and since she was pretty tight no one called so I said that I would donate some money to her with my JQ. The flop came down 9102 rainbow which was a good flop to me, I checked and she bet $25, I called with 2 overs and the OESD. This apparently scared the crap out of her, $25 was a huge bet for her and she was worried I had a monster because of the size of her bet, I was accustomed to $40 CB's and reraises preflop of $50 so it wasn't that big of a deal. The turn is a blank so I check again, she checks behind, this makes me put her on 2 over cards as well, AK, AQ. The river is another blank for both of us and I know the only way to win this pot is by betting, so I fire $45 at her and she takes a few minutes, gets mad at me for betting, tells me I have a set and folds her top pair of 10's, with I could only imagine ace kicker. I proceeded to show her my busted straight draw, which she asked for and truly wanted to know and it made her more pissed at herself. After all of that she gave me her number because she had connections in LA, and I will be going there in September. She said to give her a shout and she will show my friends and I the party spots in L.A. I ended up leaving at 8:30am with an extra $350 in winnings padding my wallet for my effort.
This is what Las Vegas poker should be all about, great poker, loose action, free drinks, shots, and beautiful women!
Next installment, session #2 and PURE nightclub at Caesars.