Today the US dollar is worth $1.01 in Canadian. That’s not even including the vig that the casino charges you to exchange money. So we’re getting 96 cents Canadian for and a US dollar. I feel fleeced. I need a drink. As soon as I check into my room at the River Rock casino I call Gavin to see whats up.
I meet ole’ GSmith, Bobo, Lacey Jones, Brian Devonshire, Ryan, and the random Aussies that decided it was a good idea to drive from Vegas to Vancouver. There’s a reason we have planes people! So we don’t have to drive!
We hang around the casino that night and have a few drinks. A couple of drinks. Well… a lot of drinks. I make it to my room safe and sound and not forgetting to set my alarm before I drift off to neverland.
$500 No Limit Tournament
I'm not going to lie. I'm hung over. Little did I know that this was going to be a theme throughout this trip…
Table Draw!
Seat 1: Canadian
Seat 2: Asian Canadian
Seat 3: Canadian
Seat 4: Canadian
Seat 5: JDN
Seat 6: Asian Canadian
Seat 7: Canadian
Seat 8: Canadian
Seat 9: Asian Canadian
Seat 10: Canadian
Seat 11: Asian canadian
Yes were 11 handed. Aiyeah. I haven’t played 11 handed since my Hollywood Park days.
After 4 hands seat 1 asks the floor when is the break.
There must be some kind of outbreak here. Everyone is sniffling and coughing and hacking up green stuff. My table has turned into a disgusting version of Stomp.
The concept of preflop betting does not exist in Canada. Most players are betting 6 to 10 times the big blind preflop. This is great. Now if I could just stop calling the turn reraise I will be golden.
Seat 1 looks like a skinny sir Anthony Hopkins. He’s had aces twice and gotten all in preflop twice to bust two peeps. Blinds are 25/50.
A guy got moved our table and I swear he has the flying spaghetti monster tattoo on his arm. Or it’s an eagle next to the moon but the flying spaghetti monster would be much cooler.
Seat 1 busted another player. That's at least 3 for him and he's got 20k in chips already. My 2500 looks strong. Riiiight.
A few orbits later and I get my 77 in on a board of Q Q 4, thinking that it might be good but I’m drawing dead on the turn.
Well, at least now I can go back to sleep. Of course that doesn’t last long because my life partner, gavin, is soon to bust after me.
We gather the troops and head into downtown Vancouver for some food and fun. Have a few drinks. Meet some friends that live in DC. Have a few more drinks. We search for an open bar. Find an Irish pub that’s open late. Someone is making me drink Jager Bombs. Sebok’s not here so I’m not sure who’s giving them to me.
The last thing I remember was looking the up through the bottom of a beer mug with a shot glass in it.
Don't remember this being taken.
Don't remember how I did this.
I remember getting back to the casino to watch Devo win the $500 tournament. I also remember calling him a vagina for making a deal when it was 4 or 5 handed. The tournament staff was great though. They broke out the first aid kit to bandage my hand.
Before bed time I felt like playing some blackjack but the security at the casino wouldn't let me onto the casino floor cause I was too drunk. As I tried to walk in I was grabbed by the collar and the security guard told Gavin and Bobo that I couldn't go in there. He was just holding me by the collar and not even talking to me. All I heard him saying was, "I'm a guard. A guard... guard."
Like Gav was my handler. We walked away defeated but I felt like I won and I told the guard, "Thank you for not letting me in and letting lose my money!"
JDN
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