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Vegas Grinder, Part Three
Dec. 20th, 2014 09:24 amA fairly grim second week at the tables; indeed, I found it something of a surprise to see that I was only $100 down for the seven days. Poker is hard work when you can never seem to hit a flop, or can't get paid off if you do, and always get caught when you try to nick a pot where you have missed the flop.
The bright spot and redeeming feature was making the $300 from the Bally's freeroll. I couldn't repeat it Friday morning in the Flamingo freeroll, but this was only because my top-notch all-in 15 big-blind shove with Jack-nine suited was ridiculously called by Ace-Queen off in the big blind.
I was annoyed with myself at the time, but in retrospect my play was right.
I had an entertaining diversion this week on Wednesday when I decided to attempt to find the stairs from the fourth floor to the ground floor. I walked down one flight, along a passageway and down another flight, and through a door -- which promptly locked itself behind me. I appeared to be in an abandoned warehouse part of the Flamingo that hadn't seen much humanity since 1978. At the end of the passageway I saw a double-door with "EXIT" above it, so I went along and pushed it creakingly open.
And found myself on the roof, where the floodlights point up at the side of the building to illuminate it. Hmm.
I wandered around and found another set of doors, which I opened. This led me down more passageways, but no sign of an exit. I DID see a few doors marked "NO UNAUTHORIZED PERSONNEL" and another door marked (I kid you not) "GUN ROOM".
This was all rather concerning. I had visions of ending up in some kind of Casino movie ituation attempting to explain what on earth I was doing in a part of the casino that most employees weren't allowed to enter, let alone customers.
I double-backed to the door from the roof and re-emerged. Now I saw ANOTHER door, about 100 yards in the opposite direction, that did have EXIT above it. I headed that way.
This brought me to more passageways, but not so obviously abandoned. A short walk later I saw signs for employees, an employee snack bar, and some people. I told the first person that I was lost, but she didn;t speak English. The second person did, and she directed me "right along that passage way" to some stairs on the right-hand side. Mann, it was a long way. But I walked down those stairs and magically reappeared on the casino floor, through an unmarked door by the Food Court. A journey of weirdness.
I also found another short-cut -- this time from my room to the Bally's poker room. It entails taking the escalator down to the taxi pick-up point. Walking across that you get to a literal hole in the wall that takes you to the taxi pick-up point for the rebuilt The Cromwell (once Bill's Gambling Hall and once the Barbary Coast). From there it is a brief walk to a new pedestrian crossing across Flamingo East.
Last year all of this was still a building site.
Well, it's the Harrah's freeroll at noon tomorrow, so I may have a lie-in.
The bright spot and redeeming feature was making the $300 from the Bally's freeroll. I couldn't repeat it Friday morning in the Flamingo freeroll, but this was only because my top-notch all-in 15 big-blind shove with Jack-nine suited was ridiculously called by Ace-Queen off in the big blind.
I was annoyed with myself at the time, but in retrospect my play was right.
I had an entertaining diversion this week on Wednesday when I decided to attempt to find the stairs from the fourth floor to the ground floor. I walked down one flight, along a passageway and down another flight, and through a door -- which promptly locked itself behind me. I appeared to be in an abandoned warehouse part of the Flamingo that hadn't seen much humanity since 1978. At the end of the passageway I saw a double-door with "EXIT" above it, so I went along and pushed it creakingly open.
And found myself on the roof, where the floodlights point up at the side of the building to illuminate it. Hmm.
I wandered around and found another set of doors, which I opened. This led me down more passageways, but no sign of an exit. I DID see a few doors marked "NO UNAUTHORIZED PERSONNEL" and another door marked (I kid you not) "GUN ROOM".
This was all rather concerning. I had visions of ending up in some kind of Casino movie ituation attempting to explain what on earth I was doing in a part of the casino that most employees weren't allowed to enter, let alone customers.
I double-backed to the door from the roof and re-emerged. Now I saw ANOTHER door, about 100 yards in the opposite direction, that did have EXIT above it. I headed that way.
This brought me to more passageways, but not so obviously abandoned. A short walk later I saw signs for employees, an employee snack bar, and some people. I told the first person that I was lost, but she didn;t speak English. The second person did, and she directed me "right along that passage way" to some stairs on the right-hand side. Mann, it was a long way. But I walked down those stairs and magically reappeared on the casino floor, through an unmarked door by the Food Court. A journey of weirdness.
I also found another short-cut -- this time from my room to the Bally's poker room. It entails taking the escalator down to the taxi pick-up point. Walking across that you get to a literal hole in the wall that takes you to the taxi pick-up point for the rebuilt The Cromwell (once Bill's Gambling Hall and once the Barbary Coast). From there it is a brief walk to a new pedestrian crossing across Flamingo East.
Last year all of this was still a building site.
Well, it's the Harrah's freeroll at noon tomorrow, so I may have a lie-in.
