I am back in Rio for Day 2b of the main event. I have not covered the day 2, since no player from my team was there, and I took the opportunity to take a day off (one more)
the evening of Day 1d, Harper, Jools and I we are at O'Sheas, a casino that wants to tend Irish, where we found Kinshu Ronan Monfort, Eric Sagne, Marc "Locsta" Inizan, Antony "Tallix" Roux, Nicolas Levi, Bruno Launay and many others .... We played several parts of Beer Pong before playing the tournament at $ 45 crap-shoot for two hours am. Appraisal: Locsta is my new God of beer pong, and Bruno Launais scratched me a dollar by offering me a massage at the poker table. Lasts night.
I enjoyed my day off in my own way: up late, great book, then I walked around the strip much of the late afternoon, before I repeat the Half of the first season of Dexter.
Result: too rested, no way to shut the eye before six o'clock in the morning.
I get up at ten o'clock in the morning, completely in the gas, and Antonio found at Starbucks for breakfast, a ritual: Venti Banana Nut latte and muffin. In the queue of Starbucks, it's already talk poker. Basically, from what I understand, the interlocutors recount hands where they are still the world's best players and their opponents finished quiche. They play like gods but had no luck, and ill have won pots theirs by right, that's why they come back to day 2 with the same carpet that starting from day 1. I wonder if some bad faith-related systematic need to justify himself, comes as a bonus when you're a poker player. Moving on.
There is another issue that I have in mind: I noticed that there is a very special time in casinos, a kind of melancholy hour, which is usually between 3am and 4am, and which particularly affects players slot machines. When I go to Bally's in these times, I notice that these players exude a palpable boredom, despair and a kind of underlying floating flush with the carpet. One wonders why they persist, they have the air of everything except having fun. Some sleep before their outright bandits, others supported mechanically on the button "Bet Max " (setting up), waiting for a jackpot that will not happen. To believe that slot machines have the power to keep these players desperate whatever happens, removing all their willingness to stand up and stop the massacre. These people are not numerous, but when I crossed, I restrain myself to ask them what fun they are pressing buttons on these slots, face and eyes empty of expression, their hands hooked on their glasses, ass crushed on their chairs in red leatherette. They are seen less on weekends, because people play later and in general the animation is unwavering until five o'clock in the morning.
Last night at about four o'clock in the morning when I could not sleep, I went to get me something to snack shop of the hotel and did a pretty refreshing encounter in the elevator: a huge African-American with a rather insignificant kind, which set the metal door without picking up a word. I quickly realized it was a bitch, the way she was dressed and the big smile that got me, and I could not help thinking: " It's incredible, it just jumped this guy, and it is ready to do it again. "
" Got fun tonight, baby? "I almost jumped at the sound of his voice a little shrill, and his client, for that matter. I am one of those that tend to lower the tone of their voices when they speak in an elevator, as if the smallness of the place prevented any verbal exchange, while his high pitched voice and playful shocks me a bit. I mumbled that I spent a good evening, thank you, and I'm about to go to sleep. She laughs and replies that it is a pity to me to lie down when there are so many interesting things to do in the city of sin, not without struck me with a naughty wink. She must feel my confusion, and when the doors open, throws me a "You know darling, the pretty girls go to heaven, bad ones are all in Vegas "Before joining her friends at the bar, ready to strike another customer. It has taken me to a kind of puritan, and I feel like a kid who walks past a display of underwear, watching obstinately right before me, in case someone would see that I look at the thongs and bras ....
He was even more difficult to fall asleep after that. Until now I had always prostitutes considered as a contingency related to money, and there are a lot of money in casinos. Therefore, we came across often girls of easy virtue. But somehow, I do not give them more attention as slot machines: they are there, and it is not about to change, and I do not feel particularly concerned. But the one that approached me in the elevator made me laugh, with his last sentence is meant to light, but also without illusions. Lucid.
The day ends at the Rio, and tonight I go directly to the hotel: I need sleep. Tomorrow's main event players are day-off. I still come back to Rio: Harrah's is organizing a media event at noon on the dot, with a structure much crap-shoot, perfect for sending tokens around with no strategy, and touch the cards. It will change me. And do we know ever, there is still a trophy and a IPad to win.
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