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| - I went to Vegas for the election, and though the trip ended up being a horrible nightmare I will never forget, I did win over $1,300 in the Aria poker room, which covered my expenses and a fuck-this-world donation to the ACLU.
I'm a reasonable poker player, which is to say I know basic strategy and play pretty by the book at relatively low stakes tables. The nice thing about these tables, especially in Vegas, is that many people there are happy to part with their money without knowing how to play the game. I played two sessions at the 1/3 nl tables on my trip, buying in for $100 each time. One session I stood up with $450, the other with $1,000. If I sound awfully pleased with myself, it's because I am. This was the most I'd ever won on a Vegas trip.
To be fair, I owed a lot of these winnings to one player, an old Chinese man I initially felt sorry for, and who I now believe (or at least hope) just lives in a sick penthouse in the Aria. He kept buying in for $100 at a time and getting rid of it as quickly as possible. My first session, I sat down at 1 in the morning after my friends went to bed and decided I'd stay until the old man got up--figured it couldn't be that late, and it was just too profitable sitting directly to his left. I finally gave up when he asked a server for hot milk at 5:30 in the morning.
When I went back eight hours later for an afternoon session, he was still there! He donated money to me and my friend, and he outlasted me again, as we had evening plans. The poker room is between the garage and the guest elevators, so we passed by it every time we got in our car. He was there when we left, and when we came back from dinner five hours later, he was still there! And when we left for the polls at 6 the next morning, lo and behold, he was holding steady. I think at some point, he may have changed his clothes, but he couldn't have slept very much. I sincerely hope he has that penthouse.
Even taking winnings aside, though, this was a good poker room, fun and relaxing, with professional dealers and plenty of action. I skipped the hot milk, but I drank a lot of whiskey gingers, my free drink of choice on the casino floor.
I'd planned to come back after the election, but I was tilting hardcore and couldn't imagine having fun, even playing hold'em. Next time I'm in Vegas, though, I'd like to circle back to this room, if only to see if my old friend is there.
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