The long walk home
December 27, 2007
Alrighty then. When I last wrote about my trip, my mind was all over the map. I am not even sure if it made sense, but I’m not about to go back now and edit it… so you get what you get, as always.
After tilting off another buyin at the 1/2 table and not really feeling that drunk at all, I decided that it was time to just… let it be. I really have no other way to describe it. I had been there for less that 24 hours and was already tilting. I tried to find LJ and sent here a text, no response. She was still steaming from the beating she took from Bayne.
I walked around and kept hearing the blokes sing “whooooaaaaa Ricky Hatttttuuun” and it was starting to get to me. I realized the dead money I had left behind and tilted some more. I didn’t, however, reach into my pocket and pull out more cash. Phew.
Anyway, I rail Fuel for a while and realize that the Cowboy’s are spewing cash, so he’s not going anywhere. I meet up with Blinders, HighonPoker and Recess and we all grab a ride with Blinders.
Then my prayers are answered. Blinders is Da Man! Jordan is in, Recess is out, so he meets up with LJ and they text me telling me that they are going to get food. Little did I know that this meant a BK burger (it’s probably about 2am at this point, but my memory is still a fuzz bucket)… If I had known that, I would have left the craps table and met up (for the “best double cheese burger ever”). I didn’t, and I paid, dearly.
However, this was not of the financial sorts. I paid, all the way home. I guess it was about 4 or 4:30 by the time I realized that it was getting late. LJ was leaving and I really should have just left then and there. I asked Alan where the BK was and he gave me very very simple directions… that I could not follow… so I walked right past the fucking BK, starving. So what do I do? I keep walking!! All the way fucking home. It had to be at least 500 miles (ok it was less than 2km)… but man I don’t think I’ve ever swore at myself so many times, in so little time.
And I was scared too. All I could think about (aboot) was how stoopid I was. Why was I walking? Why didn’t I turn around and spend the $10 for a cab. All I could keep thinking to myself is “why the fuck didn’t I listen to Pauly, it’s not rocket science!”
I had my whole roll in my front left pocket. I was nervous… I did not want to be the next one…
So I threw my hands in my jeans and picked up the pace. I started to walk beside this hot chick and she grabbed her cell phone and pretended to talk to someone… so, being the genius that I can sometimes be, I decided to do the same. We both were walking together, speaking to no one.
I had to laugh. But it worked! I’m not about to get in a fight over money. If someone has the balls to confront me, then I am sure I’ll fold. So me and the phone chick hit the “S curve” (most of you should know the one) that is on the way back to the Paris from the IP. Of course, there’s a bunch of drunks just laying all over the shicane pounding away at their BIG beers and look like they just need money. If it was daytime, I might have flipped them some change. Overall, I wasn’t overly concerned, but you just never know. After all, it’s Vegas!
So me and my new girl split up shortly after I make the turn left, up the escalator and down the overpass. I have visions of getting jumped by the floor cleaning dude (weird that someone cleans the concrete at 4:30am?? ummmm yeah.) and thought I was being set up. Keep in mind, I am totally sober by now. So why am I trippin’? It’s Vegas!
Anyway, I get back home, I grab two bottles of water and a sleeve of Pringles. When I get to the room I fear that I might wake the sleeping giant. I slowly open the door, and creep inside as quiete as a mouse, into my house. But much to my surprise, no one was there… not even Fuel-fifty-five.
Did I just bust out a rhyme?
I got skills.
Ok, so I wake up around noon… still starving. I had now had 2 meals in 36 hours. It was time for lunch! We head over the Venetian and get some Noodles with Alan and JV.
Tourney starts, I don’t win. Nuff said.
We head to the Mirage for some Japanese, then head back and watch the final table.
The Rooster is the Champ!
Overall, I had a great (and by great I mean, ONE of a kind…) trip. If I come up with anything else worthy of a post… you’ll be the first to know.
later.
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