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We just got back home for another trip to Vegas. I played in the Stud and the HORSE events at Binion's. Both were run very well.

I zoomed up to about 10k in chips (from a starting 4k) in no time at all in Stud. Then some bozo got moved to my right and came in raising with a six doorcard. I had buried kings and didn't put him on buried aces (one dead), so we got into a raising war. By fifth street I was almost certain he was rolled up (all sixes were live) and started calling him down. He turned up a starting hand of 678 (???) and made three running diamonds to give him a flush (???). I was out not long after.

In HORSE almost the same thing happened as far as getting an early lead, but then I lost to a big hand in Stud (we both had two big pair by the river) and was out a few minutes later with a hand of A235 hearts first four cards which failed to make a straight or flush, but instead made two small pair and lost to two bigger pair. My friend Tommy, however, traded 10% and cashed, just barely in the money, so I got some of my buy-in back.

I've been running almost preternaturally good at cash games. Every time I sign up for a tourney, I sit in a cash game and try to make my buy-in. I've been successful almost every occasion (I didn't have time before the Stud tourney because we left that morning pretty late).

Regardless of what game I sit in (NLHE, LHE, Stud, O8, mixed, etc) I seem to win. I am flopping more sets than normal, and they are all holding up. Ditto with two pair, TPTK, etc. Too bad I'm spending all of my winnings at these stupid tournaments. I am a frigging moron.

I am, however, not moronic enough to play at Rio. Hearing about all of the abuse just makes me ill. The big players constantly whine, "But the overlay is just soooo good. There is just so much dead money. I have so high EV here..." I don't care how much I stand to earn, I'm not going to get verbally abused by anyone (and then turn around and PAY for the privilege, to boot!). That is just me. Sense takes precedent over money, imo. Harrah's can suck my fat, harry...oh, I'm not a guy after all, forget it ;)

Speaking of being a guy, I had my first ever daily double at Riverside a couple of weeks ago. First, I went downstairs to the bathroom during a break. A drunk girl yelled out, "Hey, you can't be in here! You're not a woman!" I answered back, "You want me to prove it?" and acted like I was taking down my jeans. She started back-peddling really fast and apologized profusely (drunkenly).

So then, I went back to the poker room and everyone had a laugh. I told them I was up to 16 times since last August, blah, blah, and it was all fun. Later, when we were leaving RS Glenn asked to stop by the upstairs bathroom. Like I've said before, this one is the one I get kicked out of most often.

I had a feeling Glenn thought I was exaggerating about the stories and number of times I've been confronted in the bathroom (or at the door). He just seemed kind of skeptical. Like maybe I was saying it to make a good story in the poker room, or online.

Well, he got to see it firsthand this time. A total junkie was standing behind us as we entered the bathroom. She called out, "Dude, that is the LADIES bathroom!" She was so completely zoned out that I just didn't say a thing, instead of a snappy comeback that usually escapes my lips. I figured it would be lost on her. I wanted to say, "Get off the meth and maybe you can tell a "dude" from a woman, you mother effing crack-whore!"

But like I said, it would be lost on her. Glenn told me that knowing my luck, she'd probably sue me for some kind of slander so that she could buy more meth.

At any rate, Glenn got to see firsthand how everyone at Riverside thinks I'm a man. Go figure.

I guess I'm the guy I always wanted to be.

We should be going back up to Vegas tomorrow. See you when we return!

Felicia :)