So I finally decided to write a blog since im still in bed and too lazy to see if anyone is still in the house. I figured I’d do it by day, and just recap the last few days from memories. I also want some pictures to add to these posts but my phone is currently dead so that will have to wait.
I flew out to Vegas on the 6th, planning to start off my wsop tournament run with the $1500 6max NLHE on the 7th. The first flight to Chicago was awesome, I had three window seats to myself so basically had all the room I wanted. The movies on the plane kind of sucked so I just watched random stuff on my laptop till it died and then some crap movie I don't remember much about.
Upon arrival in Chicago, I joined the queue for customs and immigration. When I last went to US to play poker, I was interrogated for about an hour about why I was flying into US (it didn't help that the person I was sharing a hotel room with I only knew online, and didn't have any booking details for the hotel etc).
As expected, as soon as I mentioned poker they asked me to go stand to a side and wait for someone to ask me more questions. I spent 30 minutes while two guys asked me how much I make playing poker, what I do with the money, how I cash out the money, what I will be doing in Vegas, how much money I was taking to Vegas, what will I do if I lose all that money etc. Obviously I just answered everything correctly, and finally they both stopped asking questions and just stared at me for 30 seconds. I had no idea if they were waiting for me to talk or what, and I was starting to think if they didn't let me into the country it would suck so badly.
I was pretty tempted to suggest if they wanted proof, we could just get out a deck of cards and play for money, but finally after just staring at me for 30 seconds they stamped all my documents and wished me luck in the WSOP.
The flight to Las Vegas was on some small crap plane without TVs on each seat. I was stuck sitting next to some older woman who kept talking to herself, and then this ridic hot blonde girl comes and sits the other side. Sweeeet.
However she sticks in her ipod and curls up in a blanket, so I just pull out a book and get ready for a boring 4 hour flight. Anyway about an hour into the flight she seemed to have had enough of music, and decided to try talking to me. Sweeeeet x2. Turns out she’s 23 and doing marketing at college, and her friend is a model and they were entering some bikini contest and staying at the bellagio. I start to have visions of awesome house parties in Vegas with bikini models, until she mentioned in passing her boyfriend.... First bad beat of the trip 
We talked for ages about poker, Vegas and random stuff and finally the plane landed and we got our bags and left.
Ok so this blog is long and probably boring/me rambling too much, but whatever.
So I find a taxi and give him the vague directions that ket had given me the night before. I figured with a street name (it wasn't the actual street the house was on but the main road we turn off of, ket seemed to think giving me the actual street wasn't useful...) and a house number, I’d be ok. So we found the main intersection in the directions no problem, the rest being 'immediate left, keep going, house is up there' Sounds simple right?
An hour passed and we had been up every street and not found the house. My laptop had died on the plane so I couldn't get the AIM chat log which might have helped, and my phone was really close to dying. I didn't have mig/rains number and kets phone didn't work so I was pretty screwed.
I finally phoned tom (tjbentham) at like 3am for him to get him to find the house website and get better directions/a contact number. I finally managed to phone the owners of the house, but he refused to give me a detailed address despite me telling him I was 2mins away, the dates we had booked for, and the name corwin mackey (mig obviously booked the house as james mackey, which was the problem). He finally agreed I could get migs number from him but I’d have to wait 30mins.
I decided just to go to the Rio to try to find people and phone him from there, and if I couldn't get in touch with anyone just buy myself into the tournament and stay at the Rio for a night. Luckily I found mig and elky pretty much straight away, and met up with rainkhan, ket and myth and headed back to watch daut crush the PCA.
This is where I need photos to do this post justice... When I got to the house there was a really tiny bedroom on the ground floor, which doesn't even have a bed in it, but some pullout couch thing that was half made (ket couldn't manage it apparently). This was the worse bedroom in the house, and obviously left for me since I was last to move in.
Rain/kets rooms are fairly decent but mig has a HUGE bedroom with a king-sized bed, en suite bathroom AND a storage closet which is about the same size as my room. So rigged He won't even pay more money claiming he gets that room because of the 'all the effort' that went into booking the house.
Mig was still in the $2k with about 50bb and 3x average stack. Pretty much as soon as we left he managed to bust on the first hand after break (78s vs. AA on a 568 board, or sth like that) so we all watched daut crush. We also agreed on a $300 last longer for the 6max (so +ev with kets dead money) and chilled out at the house for a bit.
Mig then decided he wanted to play me at DDR (mig has been playing DDR for about 6 months I guess, and kept telling me over aim what songs he could do etc - I used to be pretty decent at it but haven't played for 2 years or so, but still think I can crush mig) So we drive to some arcade which is closed, and then try the luxor arcade, which ket offers mig 40:1 on being closed. It’s closed and ket is up $10, but as we go to find the food court ket offers mig 10:1 that it’s also closed. Mig notices a group of people walking towards us with food, so +100 for that bet to mig. We get back to house about 1am I guess, and I decide to sleep.
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