Vegas is crazy. I’m putting this in Manhattan Adventures because I’m not in Manhattan right now and feel like a fish out of water. So for this adventure we’ll run through Vegas like the she-devil harpy that she is.

Las Vegas is hot. I know it’s in the desert or whatever and I should have known that. But it is hot outside. Like > 100 degrees (that’s Fahrenheit you crazy Euros! Viva la resistance!). You think you come ready, then you realize you’re walking around in a casino all day anyway. I’m wearing a black hooded sweatshirt right now and jeans. No joke imo.

Living off the strip is creepy. When you’re on the strip, you just assume people don’t live here. Then you tell people you’re living here for the summer and they like let you into their little world of Vegas. Apparently they don’t all live in the casinos and completely disappear when they’re not working. At least it isn’t Atlantic City, where you hope for the safety and well being of your dealer that they actually do that after their shift is over.

I haven’t seen a single hooker. Last time I was in Vegas they were hitting the streets like extras from West Side Story. Not today. I guess that means I’m moving up in the world - when the hookers blend in a bit more. Because let’s face it, I’ve seen them, I’m just too dumb to know.

People walk all over Vegas. What’s that about? Each casino is like ridiculously far apart. There are some weird casinos

I’ve REALLY gotten a kick of going up to te big name pros and saying hey to them. But more than that, I’d go up to the pros that you’d only really know if you knew a lot about poker and saying hello to them, but like on a first name basis. David Benyamine was the best - I went up to him and just said “Hey David” and he like froze in his tracks. Was pretty epic imo.

Anyway, $10k LHE today. Go me.

Alliteration is the key to the every man bevery man way of existence. I’m blogging live here from the capital of tilt - the 2008 World Series of Poker. Like I’m literally sitting in the main room, televised final table on my right, not so televised final table @ about 1 o’clock, and COMPLETE DONKEYS @ high noon.

Wow. People are bad @ this game. Let’s just stop there poker is not dead blah blah blah.

So you guessed it, this will be a slightly poker oriented post for now so if that’s not your cup of tea cut the mustard and come back in a bit.

I’ve played little to no live poker out here. My tourney trip reports will be coming in audio blog format. I’m going to hopefully play the $10k LHE tomorrow, then plan on playing the $1500 LHE shootout, and the $1500 HORSE. But who knows. If I told you I thought about stuff like that this far ahead of time you’d know this wasn’t me posting and was actualy this dude in front of me wearing a PUNISHER Jersey. I didn’t know Marvel’s “The Punisher” played sports. I thought he was off killing people or punishing or whatever.

Anyway, the games out here are sick from what I’ve seen and played in. Deathdonkey is a more seasoned live pro than me and plays in horrible $100/$200 games. I played in a $30/$60 that made the stars $1/$2 seem tough. But that was really it. With DeucesCracked kicking but I’ve been super busy in a good way.

Anyway, crazy post on the way.