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My 75 Things List...
Jul. 30th, 2008 11:41 amTaking my previous post as instruction, I compiled ( a list of 75 things I'd like to do before I die... )
Things I am considering: 2008 Edition
May. 9th, 2008 04:26 pm- Going to El Caminito del Rey
- Getting a cat (yes, I'm still allergic to them)
- Shaving my head
- Getting a tattoo (although not of the cover of the Tao of Pooh)
- Buying an HDTV and a PS3 or Xbox360
- Taking three weeks off to walk around Europe/Australia/Asia/Alaska
- Summiting Everest
- Growing my hair out
Travel hell and birthday wishes
Jul. 22nd, 2005 11:32 amI spent Monday and Tuesday down in Ft. Lauderdale for work.
( Travel Hell )
Happy Birthday to El Guapo. If you lived in Atlanta, then you could see the many stuffed piñatas for your birthday celebration.
( Travel Hell )
Happy Birthday to El Guapo. If you lived in Atlanta, then you could see the many stuffed piñatas for your birthday celebration.
The Angels
Dec. 8th, 2004 11:22 amSince I'm taking the time to upgrade my current work machine (a sub-500 MHz machine, no less) from RedHat 7.3 to Fedora 2, I figured while waiting on the machine to quit thrashing and start the damn install I could drop an update.
Los Angeles is a neat place to visit, but aside from the tourist traps, it's not really all that pretty. For the most part, driving around Los Angeles, even during non-rush-hour hours, approaches the most infuriating kind of Sisyphean Hell. Los Angeles has all of the bad traffic of the New York area without the benefits of a far-reaching rapid transit system.
As far as neat things in LA:
Los Angeles is a neat place to visit, but aside from the tourist traps, it's not really all that pretty. For the most part, driving around Los Angeles, even during non-rush-hour hours, approaches the most infuriating kind of Sisyphean Hell. Los Angeles has all of the bad traffic of the New York area without the benefits of a far-reaching rapid transit system.
As far as neat things in LA:
- The Getty Museum is way, way cool. Now I've been to the Louvre, the Musee d'Orsay, and a bunch of other museums, but my architectural tastes tend toward the modern, so this campus of buildings was just as interesting as the art it housed.
- Took the WB Studio Tour, and walked around the inside of the Dragonfly Inn. I even touched Sookie's kitchen phone. I thought briefly of stealing one of the pictures of Davey that were in magnet frames on the fridge, but I'm too much a niceboy.
No Lauren Graham, Alexis Bledel, or Scott Patterson sightings, although our tour guide did bring us around the left (mostly-unseen, not the same wall as Doose's) side of Luke's Diner. He mentioned that they might have been filming scenes inside, and I made the crass move of pointing at the window, so if you see some idiotic Chinese guy through the wooden blind slats pointing during an episode, that's me.
I'm disappointed I didn't get to dress up as Santa, but hey, that was a fucking pipe dream anyways. - Saw Jason Priestly at the Farmers Market with what I assume was his exceedingly hot girlfriend/spouse/lover.
- Saw Ty from Trading Spaces get on my flight back to Atlanta. I would learn later that the man lives in Grant Park and is a frequenter of 97 Astoria where my buddy Blake is a bartender.
- Also on my flight, Linda Blair, looking shorter than I imagined. Luckily, Captain Howdy didn't make an appearance, so no spontaneous crucifix-wankery.
When I was younger, my parents would always take my brother and me on these long roadtrips to Disney World. In hindsight, it only takes like three hours to get to Disney from Miami, but I think time passes slower when you're younger--I remember the whole no eating/drinking for thirty minutes after getting a fluoride treatment at the dentist was interminable.
So invariably, on one of these roadtrips. we would stop at some random gas-up rest stop, and we'd find a big, garish, Orange-decorated sign advertising "Sundries." If you've ever taken a trip through the Sunshine State, Florida being it's whacked-out, hurricaned, can't-vote state of worship to the citrus fruit, you'll find these odd little candies, shaped like flat half-slices of oranges and grapefruits. I think at some point, etymology be damned, I decided that those candies were "sundries"--candies which looked like citrus fruits dried in the sun.
To this day, I can't hear or see the word sundries without picturing those candies, which oddly were never all that appetizing to this sugar-fiend.
So invariably, on one of these roadtrips. we would stop at some random gas-up rest stop, and we'd find a big, garish, Orange-decorated sign advertising "Sundries." If you've ever taken a trip through the Sunshine State, Florida being it's whacked-out, hurricaned, can't-vote state of worship to the citrus fruit, you'll find these odd little candies, shaped like flat half-slices of oranges and grapefruits. I think at some point, etymology be damned, I decided that those candies were "sundries"--candies which looked like citrus fruits dried in the sun.
To this day, I can't hear or see the word sundries without picturing those candies, which oddly were never all that appetizing to this sugar-fiend.
Suddenly o'ertaken
Aug. 11th, 2004 11:57 amI am suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to go back to Paris.
Or Las Vegas.
Or Las Vegas.
I dunno. I didn't go into Burger King
Jun. 2nd, 2004 11:32 amFollowing the fam's visit this weekend, I can finally post the following:
- And you know what they call a, uh, a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?Yes, that place is called "Nooky," that is a peep show located right next to McDonald's, and that is the Aviation Club where they hold the World Poker Tour tournament.
- They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with Cheese?
- Nah, man, they got the metric system, they wouldn't know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is.
- What'd they call it?
- They call it a "Royale with Cheese."
- "Royale with Cheese."
- That's right.
- What do they call a Big Mac?
- Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it "Le Big Mac."
- "Le Big Mac." What do they call a Whopper?
- I dunno, I didn't go into Burger King. You know what they put on french fries in Holland instead of ketchup?
- What?
- Mayonnaise.
- God damn!
- I seen 'em do it, man, they fuckin' drown 'em in that shit.
- Yuck.
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Feb. 27th, 2004 06:55 pmEveryone should go read ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
musesfool's latest Potter piece, "Happiness is a Warm Gun," which she graciously dedicated to me. For a while now, she (and her amazing prolificness) has been an inspiration to me since I started my desultory career writing fic, so it's cool to find out that it's something of a two-way street :)
Here are a handful of pics I took in Paris when I finally got fresh batteries. There would be more, but my batteries died before I even got into the Louvre. Jerry took most of the pictures anyways...
musesfool's latest Potter piece, "Happiness is a Warm Gun," which she graciously dedicated to me. For a while now, she (and her amazing prolificness) has been an inspiration to me since I started my desultory career writing fic, so it's cool to find out that it's something of a two-way street :) Here are a handful of pics I took in Paris when I finally got fresh batteries. There would be more, but my batteries died before I even got into the Louvre. Jerry took most of the pictures anyways...
Home again
Feb. 26th, 2004 01:55 pmIt's been about a week away, and even with a relatively relaxing extra day of vacation, it's really nice to be back home. I hope to soon have pictures up of everything, just as soon as Jerry gets his to me.
Where did I go, you ask?
I spent most of the past week strolling around the streets and underground passageways of Paris. Jerry, Mom, and I took a short jaunt to the city to take in some of the sights. We managed to hit the Louvre, the Musée d'Orsay, the Musée de l'Armee, the Rodin Museum, and the Eiffel Tower.
It's definitely a city where I'd like to return to take in more. We managed to escape most of the wandering accordionists on the Metro, although we did encounter a man singing Mambo Kings songs, and a woman singing in a language I could not place. We twice encountered one guy at the Concorde Metro station, playing Avé Maria on the Horn (well, in the English-speaking world, I suppose it would be the French Horn). On one of the bus tours that we took, the recording mentioned a Museum of Erotic Art in Montmartre that I would have liked to have seen, but that's not quite the kind of thing you go to see with your mom and your brother (although we did debate going to see a show at the Moulin Rouge).
Our flight back was supposed to get in Tuesday, but a mechanical failure meant that United Air stuck us (along with the rest of the passengers on our 767) in the Holiday Inn next to the airport following a four-hour wait on a grounded plane. While we entertained the idea of going into town again, I was too exhausted from the previous days to do anything but sit around and watch TV--our favorite nightly pastime following all the walking about that we did.
I caught a few interesting things, like The Simpsons (Les Simpson), Cardcaptor Sakura, Hard Rain, and The Name of the Rose in French and Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade and South Park in German. Little is quite as funny as the German Mr. Mackey trying to approximate a "mmkay?"
Even with the extra time, though, flying is just exceedingly tiresome. I got home at around 9:00 last night, with a sore throat and a pervading sense of lethargy. It's good to be home.
Anyone want to go to Paris?
Where did I go, you ask?
I spent most of the past week strolling around the streets and underground passageways of Paris. Jerry, Mom, and I took a short jaunt to the city to take in some of the sights. We managed to hit the Louvre, the Musée d'Orsay, the Musée de l'Armee, the Rodin Museum, and the Eiffel Tower.
It's definitely a city where I'd like to return to take in more. We managed to escape most of the wandering accordionists on the Metro, although we did encounter a man singing Mambo Kings songs, and a woman singing in a language I could not place. We twice encountered one guy at the Concorde Metro station, playing Avé Maria on the Horn (well, in the English-speaking world, I suppose it would be the French Horn). On one of the bus tours that we took, the recording mentioned a Museum of Erotic Art in Montmartre that I would have liked to have seen, but that's not quite the kind of thing you go to see with your mom and your brother (although we did debate going to see a show at the Moulin Rouge).
Our flight back was supposed to get in Tuesday, but a mechanical failure meant that United Air stuck us (along with the rest of the passengers on our 767) in the Holiday Inn next to the airport following a four-hour wait on a grounded plane. While we entertained the idea of going into town again, I was too exhausted from the previous days to do anything but sit around and watch TV--our favorite nightly pastime following all the walking about that we did.
I caught a few interesting things, like The Simpsons (Les Simpson), Cardcaptor Sakura, Hard Rain, and The Name of the Rose in French and Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade and South Park in German. Little is quite as funny as the German Mr. Mackey trying to approximate a "mmkay?"
Even with the extra time, though, flying is just exceedingly tiresome. I got home at around 9:00 last night, with a sore throat and a pervading sense of lethargy. It's good to be home.
Anyone want to go to Paris?
Should I...
Jan. 29th, 2004 03:13 pmI just got invited to head to Biloxi, MS this weekend with the Sweetest Girl in All The World* (a.k.a. the Best Bartender in Atlanta). I've got nothing immediately pressing, except for some tentative plans which can always be pushed off until next week/weekend. Should I go?
* We're going to see her girlfriend.
* We're going to see her girlfriend.
Wood Monkey
Jan. 21st, 2004 04:03 pmIn anticipation for the upcoming New Year, I finally posted the pictures from the China trip. Yes, that trip was in the beginning of November. I am a lazy, complacent git.
In other news, there's a new service called Dude, Check this out--it's a combination Blog/Social Network. Unfortunately, it works primarily on Internet Explorer, but my own page lists something I threw together for Mozilla. Now I just gotta get something going for Opera...
In other news, there's a new service called Dude, Check this out--it's a combination Blog/Social Network. Unfortunately, it works primarily on Internet Explorer, but my own page lists something I threw together for Mozilla. Now I just gotta get something going for Opera...
A TiVo Idea
Jan. 7th, 2004 11:33 amI've had this idea for a while, but after recently receiving an e-mail describing how AirTran Airlines will be installing XM Satellite radios into all of their passenger seats, I decided to send this in to TiVo.
Because many hotels are now investing in in-room systems where guests can access pay-per-view items as well as services such as reviewing itemized bills on-screen, I think a good strategic move for TiVo would be partnering with a major hotel chain to provide some kind of TiVo system, which has been augmented with hotel information system capabilities.
Pay-per-view functionality is already present in TiVo's DirecTV DVRs, so all they would have to add is the ability to browse the hotel systems for data.
I think it would get TiVo's capabilities into the minds of many travelers. Of course, they might want to investigate some means of making this a centralized server system to prevent thefts, but aiming, perhaps, at the more upscale hotel chains which cater to business travelers may minimize those dangers as well as target the ideal demographic--professionals with disposable income.
Because many hotels are now investing in in-room systems where guests can access pay-per-view items as well as services such as reviewing itemized bills on-screen, I think a good strategic move for TiVo would be partnering with a major hotel chain to provide some kind of TiVo system, which has been augmented with hotel information system capabilities.
Pay-per-view functionality is already present in TiVo's DirecTV DVRs, so all they would have to add is the ability to browse the hotel systems for data.
I think it would get TiVo's capabilities into the minds of many travelers. Of course, they might want to investigate some means of making this a centralized server system to prevent thefts, but aiming, perhaps, at the more upscale hotel chains which cater to business travelers may minimize those dangers as well as target the ideal demographic--professionals with disposable income.
I'm the King of the World!Err... actually, I was shivering and tired, but climbing the Great Wall was exhilarating. Jerry and I made it to the top of the fifth tower out from the entrance at Ba Da Ling with a few other members of our tour group. The steepness of the climb to that final tower is literally breathtaking (in climbing terms, I'd probably give it about a 4.8-4.9). The stairs themselves are slightly indented from what I can only imagine is thousands of years of use and wear. I think all of us were a bit shocked when my mom trailed in as we took several minutes to catch our breath.
For those of you who know them, I met up with Anna and Adam in Beijing at a pretty famous shopping district (Wang Fu Jing). We were supposed to meet up at the DQ in the Mall at Oriental Plaza, but they got stuck in traffic, and I figured out that there are two DQs in the mall, so we got in a bit of a disconnect before my brother found them from my descriptions. We went on to eat outdoors, amidst a crowd of men who barked at each passerby with promises of good, fast food, and then walked around Wang Fu Jing, catching up, and taking in all the stores and vendors.
Running around the web today, I spied An intriguing analysis of the deleterious effect of stupid people on society. The illustrations alone are worth it.
Finally, for the writers among you, I found
writerdose, author Michelle Richmond's Daily Dose for Writers, a daily exercise in writing. I've syndicated it on LJ, although, if the syndication continues to use specific font colors, I'll probably mirror the RSS feed on my own site and strip out the <FONT> tags. I really like the story she uses as an example on the fetish entry.I'm back from the Middle Kingdom. I've got a boatload of e-mail and TiVo to catch up on, as well as trying to recuperate from SARS (yes, that's hyperbole).
A bit too much went on in China to really write a lot about--I saw Tienanmen Square, the Forbidden City, Summer Palace, Temple of Heaven. I climbed the Great Wall (Ba Da Ling section), and saw the Terra Cotta Warriors in Xian. I ate entirely too many eggs for my poor cholesterol level, but they sure were tasty.
Jerry has the digital camera at the moment, and I'll probably have digital pics of everything we went through some time soon. One of the members of our Beijing tour took pictures of everything, including each individual plate of food that we consumed. I'm hoping he'll post those sometime soon.
Otherwise, I'm jetlagged and ready for bed.
A bit too much went on in China to really write a lot about--I saw Tienanmen Square, the Forbidden City, Summer Palace, Temple of Heaven. I climbed the Great Wall (Ba Da Ling section), and saw the Terra Cotta Warriors in Xian. I ate entirely too many eggs for my poor cholesterol level, but they sure were tasty.
Jerry has the digital camera at the moment, and I'll probably have digital pics of everything we went through some time soon. One of the members of our Beijing tour took pictures of everything, including each individual plate of food that we consumed. I'm hoping he'll post those sometime soon.
Otherwise, I'm jetlagged and ready for bed.
Crouching TiVo, Hidden Dragon
Oct. 29th, 2003 01:02 pmSo, where the hell have I been for the past few weeks?
Well, aside from the usual goings-on (pool league, etc). About three weekends ago, I took a set of coupons that I got in the mail to Best Buy to see what sort of stuff I could pick up. Imagine my surprise when I saw that they were selling DirecTV DVRs (a.k.a. TiVo) for 93 dollars. Given that I was at the Perimeter store, and they had already sold out of all their units, I had them call around to the other stores in the Metro Atlanta area, and eventually drove like a madman over to the store in near Cumberland Mall to pick one up (for 84 dollars with a coupon :). I went straight home that night (completely bypassing the stop at Target I had intended to make to pick up some more socks) and tried to hook it up...
Unfortunately, since I live in a condo serviced with two or three DirecTV dishes for the whole complex, just connecting the thing wouldn't work. I did a search on tivocommunity.com, and found out that I've got a stacked and diplexed setup (ask me if you need to know more) and I would need about a hundred dollars worth of additional equipment to get it running smoothly (i.e. with two tuners so I can record two things simultaneously). I bought everything online (at about a 60% discount than your usual brick-and-mortar stores), and it all arrived last monday (the 20th). From there, I had to wrangle a bunch of RG6 cable to connect everything correctly as well as get a signal amplifier so as not to lose about half my channels.
After Thursday of last week, I got things hooked up clearly. So now I can grab Angel, Jake 2.0, and The O.C. all at the same time, and not have to worry about re-setting a VCR if the power goes out.
Of course, every silver lining has a dark cloud...
Tuesday of last week, I learned that our main client wants to cut down on our billable hours. I suspect that this has something to do with budget crunches and missed forecasts, but what it ultimately means is that where my company could bill x hours of work is now chopped to x/4 hours.
This doesn't bode well for the company's future. As well as seeking new business, we're also looking at different ways of trying to squeeze more money/productivity out of the situation we're currently in.
In the meantime, however, my mom and brother have this trip to China planned, and since we don't have enough hours to cover a single person working for a full-time week, everyone concerned, from my supervisor to my boss, thought it was a great idea for me to join them on their trip. Towards the end of last week, I had to send a bunch of money and express mail my passport to someplace in Houston, so I could get a visa approved to visit China (I'll tell you more about this after my trip). I received my passport with the visa and everything last night.
I've got mixed feeling about going to China, however--firstly, my father says it's heavily polluted over there, and it'll wreak havoc with my allergies. I've already got two boxes of Claritin ready for my daily consumption. The plane ride, as well, I figure will be anywhere between 14-18 hours long. I hate flying.
But I will get to see the Great Wall, as well as the buried Terracotta warriors, and that's pretty exciting.
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sunday100 Masks challenge.
Well, aside from the usual goings-on (pool league, etc). About three weekends ago, I took a set of coupons that I got in the mail to Best Buy to see what sort of stuff I could pick up. Imagine my surprise when I saw that they were selling DirecTV DVRs (a.k.a. TiVo) for 93 dollars. Given that I was at the Perimeter store, and they had already sold out of all their units, I had them call around to the other stores in the Metro Atlanta area, and eventually drove like a madman over to the store in near Cumberland Mall to pick one up (for 84 dollars with a coupon :). I went straight home that night (completely bypassing the stop at Target I had intended to make to pick up some more socks) and tried to hook it up...
Unfortunately, since I live in a condo serviced with two or three DirecTV dishes for the whole complex, just connecting the thing wouldn't work. I did a search on tivocommunity.com, and found out that I've got a stacked and diplexed setup (ask me if you need to know more) and I would need about a hundred dollars worth of additional equipment to get it running smoothly (i.e. with two tuners so I can record two things simultaneously). I bought everything online (at about a 60% discount than your usual brick-and-mortar stores), and it all arrived last monday (the 20th). From there, I had to wrangle a bunch of RG6 cable to connect everything correctly as well as get a signal amplifier so as not to lose about half my channels.
After Thursday of last week, I got things hooked up clearly. So now I can grab Angel, Jake 2.0, and The O.C. all at the same time, and not have to worry about re-setting a VCR if the power goes out.
Of course, every silver lining has a dark cloud...
Tuesday of last week, I learned that our main client wants to cut down on our billable hours. I suspect that this has something to do with budget crunches and missed forecasts, but what it ultimately means is that where my company could bill x hours of work is now chopped to x/4 hours.
This doesn't bode well for the company's future. As well as seeking new business, we're also looking at different ways of trying to squeeze more money/productivity out of the situation we're currently in.
In the meantime, however, my mom and brother have this trip to China planned, and since we don't have enough hours to cover a single person working for a full-time week, everyone concerned, from my supervisor to my boss, thought it was a great idea for me to join them on their trip. Towards the end of last week, I had to send a bunch of money and express mail my passport to someplace in Houston, so I could get a visa approved to visit China (I'll tell you more about this after my trip). I received my passport with the visa and everything last night.
I've got mixed feeling about going to China, however--firstly, my father says it's heavily polluted over there, and it'll wreak havoc with my allergies. I've already got two boxes of Claritin ready for my daily consumption. The plane ride, as well, I figure will be anywhere between 14-18 hours long. I hate flying.
But I will get to see the Great Wall, as well as the buried Terracotta warriors, and that's pretty exciting.
In other arenas, I wrote this CrazyGoNuts Drabble for the
sunday100 Masks challenge.Friday: Gambling in Vegas
Aug. 19th, 2003 06:05 pmFriday Morning::8:00 am
Patty, Jason and I get up early so we could go and register for the $25.00 Texas Hold'em tournament at the Luxor, after which we hit the Pyramid Cafe for some breakfast. The way the tournament (which starts at 12:00 noon) works is you pay $25.00 for T$350.00. For another $3.00, you get another T$50.00 in chips. It starts with $10-$15 blinds and $15-$30 structured betting limits, and essentially doubles every fifteen minutes until you hit $100-$200 limits after which it's No-Limit.
We all did moderately well, getting down to the second-to-last tables by playing conservatively. There were a lot of fish in the tournament, and they could make or break us with the river sometimes. Jason got knocked out before the No-Limit round, which was a bit disappointing, because that's where his strength is. Patty got out soon after, playing until a pair of sixes or sevens got outdrawn when she went all-in.
I made the mistake of calling two raises with A-6 suited and lost a good portion of my stack. I had to go all-in at one point and managed a heavy hand (trips/flush/boat). I don't remember the exact hand. I got knocked out after playing dumb again, and then losing out on the blinds.
From the tournament we transitioned over to 2-4 Hold'em again. I cashed in $60 and lost a good deal of it playing conservatively, and then (you guessed it) getting impatient, and chasing dumb hands. Again, the fish were out out-drawing me on two pair and top pair hands, as well as Patty who was disciplined enough to play her way up to $80 (from a $40 stake). Jason played up and down until he hit Quad Queens and got a huge pot as well as a Four-of-a-kind $20 jackpot hand bonus.
I, however, lost all the $60 and the subsequent $40 that I cashed in. I took another $60 to play PaiGow Poker (yeah, yeah, I know I said I wouldn't). Lost about $38 there, but it was good to pass the time not thinking about getting outdrawn and seething about it.
Jason met up with me at the PaiGow table after his Quad Queens win, and we waited a bit for Patty to cash out. Once she did we headed to the Hard Rock to find Amy, Runa, Jeech and Keely.
It has to be said: The women at the Hard Rock are fucking gorgeous.
We met up with Amy at the casino, looked for the others, and then ate dinner at the Pink Taco. After dinner, we hit the casino and played a couple of games. I dropped another $15 on paiGow and then I did something really stupid: I got another $300.00 out from the ATM. Note: at this point, I'd already gone about $240 in the hole on the trip, not including the $28 I spent on the tournament, and most all of $364.25 that I had mentioned previously is gone.
I don't know. I do have a somewhat addictive personality, but it's tempered by an extreme dislike of losing, as well as a healthy sense of moderation. There's something about this town, though--the constant blinking, the clip-clack, click-clapping of shuffling casino chips, the incessant bleeps and clunks of slot machines taking and spewing out nickels and quarters and tokens.
I watched Jeech, Amy, and Runa play PaiGow for a bit, and then Keely joined them. Behind me, at the Let It Ride table, two friends bantered as they played the game, and I would occasionally turn and watch. As one guy's chips dwindled down to $15, he put all three reds onto the betting circles and borrowed a dollar token from his friend for the sucker bet. He played the hand blind. I watched as his friend drew a 5-6-8 and took his first bet back. When the dealer flipped a 7, he let it ride. The dealer then flips a 4. Hoots and shouts. His nearly-broke friend is very excited for him, and then the dealer flips the blind hand-- 4-7-7. Full House. Blind. He jumps up and hollers and most everyone around is both happy and envious.
Buoyed by their success, and the fact that Amy was a bit tired of PaiGow and wanted to try a bit of Let It Ride, I cashed in $100.00 and played. On my second hand, I picked up 2-7-8 of spades. A bit wary of the possibilities, I took my first bet back. When the dealer flipped the 4 of spades, I let it ride on a hunch. I was overjoyed when she flipped the Queen of spades. I had essentially doubled my stake. That (perhaps overly) healthy sense of moderation kicked in a few hands later (when I started to lose), and I cashed out for $205.00
We hung out at the Hard Rock for a bit more, then went back to the hotel for a quick nap. I opted to take the rest of the night off because I wanted to be rested for Zumanity, but we all ended up crashing for the rest of the night--I would learn in the morning that Jason met up with Jessyca and that he scored about $400 playing slots and blackjack.
Patty, Jason and I get up early so we could go and register for the $25.00 Texas Hold'em tournament at the Luxor, after which we hit the Pyramid Cafe for some breakfast. The way the tournament (which starts at 12:00 noon) works is you pay $25.00 for T$350.00. For another $3.00, you get another T$50.00 in chips. It starts with $10-$15 blinds and $15-$30 structured betting limits, and essentially doubles every fifteen minutes until you hit $100-$200 limits after which it's No-Limit.
We all did moderately well, getting down to the second-to-last tables by playing conservatively. There were a lot of fish in the tournament, and they could make or break us with the river sometimes. Jason got knocked out before the No-Limit round, which was a bit disappointing, because that's where his strength is. Patty got out soon after, playing until a pair of sixes or sevens got outdrawn when she went all-in.
I made the mistake of calling two raises with A-6 suited and lost a good portion of my stack. I had to go all-in at one point and managed a heavy hand (trips/flush/boat). I don't remember the exact hand. I got knocked out after playing dumb again, and then losing out on the blinds.
From the tournament we transitioned over to 2-4 Hold'em again. I cashed in $60 and lost a good deal of it playing conservatively, and then (you guessed it) getting impatient, and chasing dumb hands. Again, the fish were out out-drawing me on two pair and top pair hands, as well as Patty who was disciplined enough to play her way up to $80 (from a $40 stake). Jason played up and down until he hit Quad Queens and got a huge pot as well as a Four-of-a-kind $20 jackpot hand bonus.
I, however, lost all the $60 and the subsequent $40 that I cashed in. I took another $60 to play PaiGow Poker (yeah, yeah, I know I said I wouldn't). Lost about $38 there, but it was good to pass the time not thinking about getting outdrawn and seething about it.
Jason met up with me at the PaiGow table after his Quad Queens win, and we waited a bit for Patty to cash out. Once she did we headed to the Hard Rock to find Amy, Runa, Jeech and Keely.
It has to be said: The women at the Hard Rock are fucking gorgeous.
We met up with Amy at the casino, looked for the others, and then ate dinner at the Pink Taco. After dinner, we hit the casino and played a couple of games. I dropped another $15 on paiGow and then I did something really stupid: I got another $300.00 out from the ATM. Note: at this point, I'd already gone about $240 in the hole on the trip, not including the $28 I spent on the tournament, and most all of $364.25 that I had mentioned previously is gone.
I don't know. I do have a somewhat addictive personality, but it's tempered by an extreme dislike of losing, as well as a healthy sense of moderation. There's something about this town, though--the constant blinking, the clip-clack, click-clapping of shuffling casino chips, the incessant bleeps and clunks of slot machines taking and spewing out nickels and quarters and tokens.
I watched Jeech, Amy, and Runa play PaiGow for a bit, and then Keely joined them. Behind me, at the Let It Ride table, two friends bantered as they played the game, and I would occasionally turn and watch. As one guy's chips dwindled down to $15, he put all three reds onto the betting circles and borrowed a dollar token from his friend for the sucker bet. He played the hand blind. I watched as his friend drew a 5-6-8 and took his first bet back. When the dealer flipped a 7, he let it ride. The dealer then flips a 4. Hoots and shouts. His nearly-broke friend is very excited for him, and then the dealer flips the blind hand-- 4-7-7. Full House. Blind. He jumps up and hollers and most everyone around is both happy and envious.
Buoyed by their success, and the fact that Amy was a bit tired of PaiGow and wanted to try a bit of Let It Ride, I cashed in $100.00 and played. On my second hand, I picked up 2-7-8 of spades. A bit wary of the possibilities, I took my first bet back. When the dealer flipped the 4 of spades, I let it ride on a hunch. I was overjoyed when she flipped the Queen of spades. I had essentially doubled my stake. That (perhaps overly) healthy sense of moderation kicked in a few hands later (when I started to lose), and I cashed out for $205.00
We hung out at the Hard Rock for a bit more, then went back to the hotel for a quick nap. I opted to take the rest of the night off because I wanted to be rested for Zumanity, but we all ended up crashing for the rest of the night--I would learn in the morning that Jason met up with Jessyca and that he scored about $400 playing slots and blackjack.
Vegas Prequel and Night One
Aug. 18th, 2003 10:13 pmThursday afternoon::3:30 PM Eastern - 8:00 Mountain
Ok. I don't know if this is a good or a bad omen, but everyone on the road is a complete and total idiot--getting onto 285 from work, the old bluehair in front of me decides that the optimal course of action when merging onto the interstate is to make a complete stop at the fucking end of the merge lane. WTF? I come this ->||<- close to rear-ending the moron, and of course, I have to wait to merge with the rest of the traffic heading that way once he decides it's safe to move.
Coming down I-85, some guy in a pickup truck decides that his haul isn't all that important and somehow a large box full of crap has ended up in the road. Now, this might not be too bad, but someone's already hit said box and strewn its contents across all four lanes of the thoroughfare, including a large shovel in the second-to-left lane. I see the guy resignedly walking back to his pickup as if he could do anything in the proto-rush-hour traffic of 3:30 PM Atlanta. Dolt.
Once I've gotten home, things are much better, however. I switch things around in the bags, and I almost forget my contact lens case and glasses and toothbrush, but I manage to remember and save myself a world of aggravation. I do forget my good cell battery, but let's face it, who gives a shit? I'm going to Vegas to play poker, not gab all day on the cell phone.
Let me just say, that Delta's online check-in, despite what everyone says about the airline's other drawbacks, pretty much rocks.
I make it to the security gate around 5:00 PM, somehow managing to get about five or so people behind Wendy, Sasha, and Shannon. Up until this morning, I had no idea that I would share the flight with anyone else on the trip, so having them along is a lot better than sitting at the departure gate, leering at all the cute women walking by. We grab a bite and they grab some smokes after I get patted down at the security gate for forgetting to remove my big metal belt buckle; I felt cheap and used--the security guy molested me! The sad thing is it's the most action I'd seen in months.
The flight over was completely uneventful other than sitting next to Bill Hackett, a former Gator with whom I struck up an extended conversation about UF, business, music, poker and blackjack. A blackjack player by preference, Bill has a negative progressive betting system whereby he doubles his bets after every loss. It sounds okay, but a) it requires a lot of capital and b) I'm so not going to Vegas to play blackjack.
Bill and I talk a great deal--so much that another passenger, Dan Something-or-another, and his really hot wife chime in about gambling and poker and blackjack. After the plane lands, Bill tags along with the rest of us to the Westward Ho to see if he can grab a good rate on a room. All in all he was a pretty cool guy, but he did talk a lot...
Somehow, our flight beats Patty's flight despite her earlier arrival time. And we had no layover, either. w00t!
Night One::Luxor::9:00 PM to about 3:30 AM
$364.25
That's how much money I brought with me into Vegas, give or take a few sub-dime coins. I spend 4.25 of that amount on the shuttle from the Airport to the 'Ho.
I spend twenty dollars on a cab ride for Jason, Patty, Felicia, Tammy and I to get to the Luxor.
I spend about $0.25 on Camel Races and another $0.25 on a single spin of Wheel of Fortune slots.
And then I drop $100.00 dollars playing 2-4 Hold'em at the Luxor. The evening starts out okay--I was playing pretty tight, catching the occasional hand (I caught Aces full of Jacks twice, and slow played both for more money from the fish). At some point, however, I started catching some good cards, and dropped the entirety of my $80.00 buy-in to a guy who was catching great cards. I'd have top two pair, and he'd have trips. I'd have big slick for a pair of aces, and he'd have the bottom two pair. It was infuriating, and I lost another $20.00 playing on tilt.
Ok. I don't know if this is a good or a bad omen, but everyone on the road is a complete and total idiot--getting onto 285 from work, the old bluehair in front of me decides that the optimal course of action when merging onto the interstate is to make a complete stop at the fucking end of the merge lane. WTF? I come this ->||<- close to rear-ending the moron, and of course, I have to wait to merge with the rest of the traffic heading that way once he decides it's safe to move.
Coming down I-85, some guy in a pickup truck decides that his haul isn't all that important and somehow a large box full of crap has ended up in the road. Now, this might not be too bad, but someone's already hit said box and strewn its contents across all four lanes of the thoroughfare, including a large shovel in the second-to-left lane. I see the guy resignedly walking back to his pickup as if he could do anything in the proto-rush-hour traffic of 3:30 PM Atlanta. Dolt.
Once I've gotten home, things are much better, however. I switch things around in the bags, and I almost forget my contact lens case and glasses and toothbrush, but I manage to remember and save myself a world of aggravation. I do forget my good cell battery, but let's face it, who gives a shit? I'm going to Vegas to play poker, not gab all day on the cell phone.
Let me just say, that Delta's online check-in, despite what everyone says about the airline's other drawbacks, pretty much rocks.
I make it to the security gate around 5:00 PM, somehow managing to get about five or so people behind Wendy, Sasha, and Shannon. Up until this morning, I had no idea that I would share the flight with anyone else on the trip, so having them along is a lot better than sitting at the departure gate, leering at all the cute women walking by. We grab a bite and they grab some smokes after I get patted down at the security gate for forgetting to remove my big metal belt buckle; I felt cheap and used--the security guy molested me! The sad thing is it's the most action I'd seen in months.
The flight over was completely uneventful other than sitting next to Bill Hackett, a former Gator with whom I struck up an extended conversation about UF, business, music, poker and blackjack. A blackjack player by preference, Bill has a negative progressive betting system whereby he doubles his bets after every loss. It sounds okay, but a) it requires a lot of capital and b) I'm so not going to Vegas to play blackjack.
Bill and I talk a great deal--so much that another passenger, Dan Something-or-another, and his really hot wife chime in about gambling and poker and blackjack. After the plane lands, Bill tags along with the rest of us to the Westward Ho to see if he can grab a good rate on a room. All in all he was a pretty cool guy, but he did talk a lot...
Somehow, our flight beats Patty's flight despite her earlier arrival time. And we had no layover, either. w00t!
Night One::Luxor::9:00 PM to about 3:30 AM
$364.25
That's how much money I brought with me into Vegas, give or take a few sub-dime coins. I spend 4.25 of that amount on the shuttle from the Airport to the 'Ho.
I spend twenty dollars on a cab ride for Jason, Patty, Felicia, Tammy and I to get to the Luxor.
I spend about $0.25 on Camel Races and another $0.25 on a single spin of Wheel of Fortune slots.
And then I drop $100.00 dollars playing 2-4 Hold'em at the Luxor. The evening starts out okay--I was playing pretty tight, catching the occasional hand (I caught Aces full of Jacks twice, and slow played both for more money from the fish). At some point, however, I started catching some good cards, and dropped the entirety of my $80.00 buy-in to a guy who was catching great cards. I'd have top two pair, and he'd have trips. I'd have big slick for a pair of aces, and he'd have the bottom two pair. It was infuriating, and I lost another $20.00 playing on tilt.
