An account of Jeeves' trip to Las Vegas latterly in the service of Mr tikay.

[Karabiner]

Superb stuff as usual Jeeves, looking forward eagerly to future installments.

[hector62]

My favourite poster is back. Great stuff tyvm.

[Marky147]

This is gonna be a great read for the next month or so

[Claw75]

<3 Jeeves

[millidonk]

toooo goooooood

[MPOWER]

Tikay. Must of been in Vegas for around an hour.

Arrives at Mccarren

Nothing on CNN or Fox. No film crew, nothing. 

Regards

M

[BorntoBubble]

great read will look forward to the rest of it!

[titaniumbean]

Laughing out loud so hard at the table reading this.

[tikay]

Laughing out loud so hard at the table reading this.

I'm not even slightly amused.

[Jeeves]

We had arrived.



"Right Jeeves, your quarters are through there...." he gestured to a door to an adjoining box room

"I'm off to play the $200 at the Venetian. Not sure when I will be back"

"See you soon, sir" I proferred, to be met with an arch of a eyebrow and a furrowed look

"Oh and Jeeves, remember you are on the 8am-4pm Mere Novice account shift, UK time, so no rest for you. Daily spreadsheets to update. Come to think of it Jeeves, for the next month you ARE the Mere Novice account. I am going to be too busy to keep both accounts up to date. You don't mind do you? A bit of pedantry here, a hint of forelock tugging there. Pretend you like Women's tennis, that sort of thing. A doddle"

I looked at him. He was serious.

"Yes sir" I said wearily as I opened the laptop and prepared to adopt the persona of a middled aged statistician from Coventry.

Sadly Father time is catching up with me somewhat and 11am UK time, 3am local, with My Master still at the Venetian, I fell asleep on the laptop in time honoured blonde poker sports trader fashion.

I awoke with a start with noises beeping on the screen in front of me. Quite how I managed to get $24,538 on the 12.53 Horse Trotting race at Aqueduct later today via Pinnacle, I do not know. However I did.



Perhaps that conversation with my master is one for when he is fresher.....or else sent to Coventry, for real, it may well be.



When My master awoke the next morning with tales of a triumphant 50th at the Venetian I was sent to the local coffee shop for his breakfast, and managed to return with a croissant the size of a frisbee.

Here was my depiction of my Master before he finds out about my Trotting faux pas



After breakfast, he asked my view on his potential activites for the day

"Caesars have a $100 "Ante Only" thing, Jeeves. Binions have a $200 6 Max NLH, and I'm not 25 anymore"

He paused, as if awaiting confirmation that no he was not 25. I demurred

"Rio have their Daily $235 Deepie, 2pm, which get, I hear, huge fields, so I'd probably need a nap when the antes kick in, Jeeves"

"Venetian have a $1,600 NLH @ Noon, bit too rich at this stage of the trip."

Quite, sir, I thought, but I could not quite bring myself to say it

"They also have a nice $400 affair @ 4pm, which looks a possibility. So I think it is between the Rio $235, & the Venetian $400. Although the mid game nap did sound tempting"

I gave my opinion, but not the opinion that really mattered. Which was that in twelve hours time he might be reduced to $20 Freezeouts at the Tropicana (at least the drinks are freeeeee..).

Today was to be the first of many to be spent six feet behind My master, one step to the left. I had yet to find a suitable implement for poking Master unobtrusively should he feel narcolepsy come upon him in the middle of post flop action, so that was a task for me to find in one of the Caesars Palace Shopping outlets too 



A tense day awaits.

If this is the last update, you may draw your own conclusions

[MereNovice]

 

[Marky147]

Haha amazing!!

[TRIP5]

I gave my opinion, but not the opinion that really mattered. Which was that in twelve hours time he might be reduced to $20 Freezeouts at the Tropicana (at least the drinks are freeeeee..).

Too good...

*thunderous applause*

xx

[Chompy]

Outstanding jeeves, outstanding

[Jeeves]

It's gone midnight here at the Rio, and he's finally gone to bed

Phew. There is little more tiresome than following a man who is meant to be playing poker around all day (six feet behind, one pace to the left) carrying his paraphenalia, only for him to stop at periodic tables and exclaim

"Jeeves, cam-er-aaaaaa..." in a voice that rises an octave from the beginning to the end of the sentence

On these occasions I dutifully hand over the camera, resume station, wait for my master to indulge in badinage for on average 43 seconds and then with a flash, the snap is taken, the camera is handed back and on we go. Next room, next tournament, next request.

Oh but it if was only that. At the end of the day, while I am preparing his horlicks and laying out his Sky Poker (#tkvegas, remember) monogrammed nightshirt, I am treated to a running commentary on the pictures, and deliberations on which to include in his daily blogs.

I mean, when you've seen 500 of these...



Well, one's legendary sang-froid is tested to the hilt. Just imagine, that is the best picture chosen to go in the blog, meaning the others..........

I am afraid I managed to disgrace myself again today. Not this time with trotting (The bet lost, but I've told him I have had to request a new password for the Pinnacle account so to use other accounts for the time being. Reckon that buys me 48 hours on the Dice tables when he's asleep to get it back) but this time when I was introduced to a gentleman, photographed below



"Jeeves, Carlo Citrone, Sky Poker (#tkvegas) analyst"

"Carlo, this is Jeeves. My manservant. For now"

I don't know why I do it, but my first words were

"Citrone, Italian for Lemon?"

The man looked at me. tikay looked at me. I looked down

A pause hung in the air, until Citrone spoke

"Whey aye, man, Newcas'le born and bred like. Ahm a snappy dresser an a ladies mun,Whey aye Jeeves"

I didn't quite know what to say. Perhaps a comment about the sartorial faux pas he was committing with white gym socks and black trainers was not the best idea. Nevertheless, I felt I had to comment.

The man looked at me. tikay looked at me. I looked down.

"Whey aye man, if you need some tabs, you know where to come like canny man"

I looked blank. tikay looked at the floor.

I was ushered on, quickly.

Onto another room.

"Jeeves, Jeeves. Ivey Ivey Ivey."

I looked round

"Jeeves. cammm-eeerr--aaaa"

I handed it over

This was the result

Click to see full-size image.

In the next room now I can here the faint mumbling of my master in repose. "Ivey, picture, Flushy, Danish, two dollars, bus ride, tomorr..." and with that he is asleep

Tomorrow? Well it will start with a Danish and a latte, and continue with a brief excursion on the felt before a longer ramble round the card tables of Vegas. Can we beat yesterday's tally of 13 casino's visited? Tomorrow, my weary feet will find out