Yesterday was a good day, well until the end at least.
Had to change hotels for a night.
The Cosmopolitan wanted the best part of $1000 for the night yesterday.
Demand for hotel rooms forced the price up and the Electric Daisy Carnival is in town.
I looked at the EDC website and had heard of precisely zero of the featured acts but as long as the EDC attracts people like this:
It gets my ok.
But of a pain moving hotels, but it does have it's advantages.
I moved to the Marriott hotel. That rarity in Vegas: a hotel without a casino!
The good thing for me here is the pool.
If you have played poker with me, you might well know I have this disease:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/PsoriasisIt has been the bane of my life for the last 25 years. It was one of the main contributing factors in the depression I suffered through my twenties and early thirties.
It can be painful and uncomfortable. It is also unsightly and embarrassing. It is however not contageous and cannot affect others. (Apart from not being very nice to look at)
I love swimming. It is the only form of excerise I enjoy. I would like to go swimming every day. It is the one time I feel almost free of this condition.
But the embarrassment of having psoraisis and the intolerence of others means I hardly ever do it.
I have been banned from varios hotels swimming pools because of the ignorance of attendants who assume its catching. At one hotel I was told "your skin is clogging up the pools filters". Stupid cow, what does she think household dust consists of?
Anyways, apart from the ignorance, the disgusted faces of people that look at me when my shirt is off is enough to stop me going swimming usually even though I adore it.
But here at the Marriott in Las Vegas it is different. The pool is almost always deserted.
And it was yesterday. I had it to myself for nearly two hours. I swum about 200 lengths and then had half an hour in the hot tub.
Absolute bliss.
I set off to the Rio in uplifted mood to buy in for the 1k and maybe play a few sats.
The queue for sats was longer than the list of people that I owe money to at the moment so I swerved it and decide for once in a blue moon to play cash.
I sat in a very lively 2-5 game with $500.
There was a $10 straddle on virtually every deal.
The first opportunty I got to straddle on the button, I did so.
A couple of callers, before a young lairy looking local made it $40 to go in middle position. I called with 64s as did the other 2.
Flop was 357 with two clubs.
Which was nice.
The lairy kid bet $65.
I don't know why, but something told me to shove. Definitely not the most +ev move usually, but on this table it felt right.
So I did.
He snap called so quickly with KK, he almost burnt the felt.
V Nice.
Stayed in the game for about 2 hours and nearly nicked a grand in total. Very handy.
A dedicated player would have stayed in the game, it really was excellent.
But I wanted to dash off off tp the Venetian to see the Tim Allen gig.
Allen was the loveable father in Tooltime:
I thought it would be harmless fun.
Boy, was I wrong.
Allen turned out to be a misogynist, a homophobe, religiously intolerrant and a borderline racist bigot.
"If I want to call a homo a fag, I'll call him a fucking fag"
If I had any balls, I would have left after 10 minutes and told him exactly what I thought.
Disappointed in myself I didn't.
Think I laughed twice in 75 minutes.
Back to the hotel I decide to watch a movie I missed in the Cinema. "My Week with Marilyn"
It wasn't great, but Michelle Williams was absolutely brilliant as Marilyn. How Streep deprived her of the Oscar I will never know.
Kenenth Branagh overacted terribly and was poor as Olivier though. And the kid you played Marilyns love interest wasn't convincing either.
Worth viewing though.
Off to the Rio for the 1k crapshoot now. These are great value, but you need to get hold of chips quickly.
So it's gonna be gamble, gamble Sol Campbell!
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