Oh Shit, I Hate Frenchies Bill's Gamblin 'Hall & Saloon
Yesterday Jools me tired a lot of the day we go play a bit cash-game to the table $ 0.5 - $ 1 of Bill's. I was not particularly hot, I remember that I am anything but a cash-gamer, but he convinced me, especially me funding to 50% on my first cave. Yes, yes, I'm corrupt.
short, leaving the Rio after a day of coverage, Jools and I therefore jumped into a taxi, then we are led by one step to the Bill's perky and poker tables smelling brokitude full nose. The time to order a beer at the bar poker room, and two places become available: Jools and I Cavone for $ 100, and we find ourselves side by side table, it is half past one in the morning.
" There's not much money on the table, but we'll still shave " me while gliding Jools croupier distributes the first hand.
A quick overview: to my left, Jools, here it goes. Then, a Mexican who wears a brow so developed that would say straight out of War Of Fire , you know this film in which the Cro-Magnon spend their time getting on the mouth for a spark. On his left, a degen does not budge an inch, except to pump the straw that emerges from his glass.
In turn, was a guy, about forty, I will call Craby: it's written on his face that he does deign to play with two aces Beside him, a guy in 25 who has at least cavé who likes to a straddle to $ 2 before any folder on preflop. There will also two raises preflop before spew his cellar and leave as has happened in general indifference. And finally, directly to my right, an old Texan fort-knox style, and another profile of calling-station.
And the crupper, of course. Do not forget the crupper, an Asian woman who must have at least fifty years, and whose accent feels like boat people. I also put some time to understand that "Hid- yioup " means "Heads-Up". On two occasions, players have to intervene because she hesitated visibly on the person who awarded the pot, in a rather obvious move, like dual-flush cons pair example.
After fifteen minutes, she shall be replaced, and everyone pushes an imperceptible sigh of relief. But she does not care much for peace: Madam is versatile, and while his colleague took his place, she picks up the glasses at the table, racks under the table, is getting players to clean under their seats ... All this from a good intention, but it is rather annoying when you're in a coup.
In short, it's going pretty well for Jools and me: he rides a nice little pile of chips, and I also gained a few shots, including a pretty standard: I raise preflop with AK, in good lock I am and another lock call. The flop brings an Ace, I bet, check-call the guy. The turn is a blank: ditto. The river does nothing more, and my opponent donk-bet all in, for $ 21. I make the call, he returned AQ and sighs of frustration, seeing my hand, and leaves the table. Jools will also properly Sit n Go player at the next hand.
Issue: Players do not recavent and one soon finds himself to four. There are six players on the next table, so we decided to come together to ten.
And there is the drama. A Yank pure juice, probably about thirty years, is installed in front of the dealer, and his blood alcohol level must verge on the unbelievable. It serves cocktails for everyone-rather comfortable, since it does not pay them, and leaves tips astronomical dealer. It's simple: when he wins once, he keeps only the $ 5 chips and gives every $ 1 the dealer. When we settle, we wonder where we came from. "From France " meets Jools.
"Oh shhhhhit " replied the drunk. "I hate Frenchies."
"French Guys You Never Give Tips"
And off he goes into a diatribe against the French, which are zero in football, who never leave tips, biting the other chicks .... It is rather funny at first, but the insults come fast, and nobody said anything: the dealer probably did not want to lose his tips monstrous, and the guy is pretty tough, so that other players are content look at us, shaking his head in sorry.
I worked in a bar for several years, so I should have the patience to endure this kind of behavior. Yet, nothing to do: I feel that it goes up. I'm going to want him fold his chatter, this moron, and he take all his chips, even make a ball. Basically, he is telling me to tilt. I lose a first attempt, returning to starting my basement, and seeing the guy continues his monologue, I regularly launching a " Hey, what ya think 'bout that, fuckin' Frenchie, mmh? " by building a large package chips, I prefer to leave the table, break even.
Too bad, we will make of Bill's raccros another day.
It is three o'clock in the morning, I check that there is room in Victoria to eat their steak & eggs to $ 5, and I return to the table: Jools Also Rises, exasperated. Other players are watching apologetically, looking helpless: the behavior of their fellow bothers them a lot, but what could they do well? Tell him to be polite? Drunk guy has no ears, as is well known.
Jools is still the beneficiary of $ 150 and offers me lunch in Victoria, before we joined both our hotel.
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arrived in my room, I'm an internet connection: hotels offer a connection to $ 15 per day is expensive but I'm going to need it. I take this opportunity to call on skype my dear, about 4 o'clock in the morning it is 13h in the home, and we spend a good time to chat. I finally
layer to 5am to wake me up three hours later: there is obviously a plumbing problem, I hear gurgling coming from my bathroom. I glance: nothing. I call home to report the problem: they are sorry, but the water system is being repaired in the tower is located where my room, and I may be annoyed some of the morning. Can I have another room for today in this case?
" We're sorry sir, all rooms are reserved for the other tower. "
My ass.
" I really need sleep, I'm sure you'll find me a solution ... ."
" I have nothing to offer at the moment, I see my manager and I remind you. "
I surf a bit on the internet, watching a film, recalls the receipt without success, and I finally go back to sleep around noon, waking up to 16h, with a start and swim: the air conditioning is stopped, I left the curtains open, and it's hot bear in the room.
As often is The phone woke me up, except this time, it is not my laptop: it reminds me of the reception.
" Sir, we are pleased to inform you that work in your lap is completed, you will be able to relax. We are sorry for the inconvenience this has caused you. "
I hung up, furious, without even thinking Scratch compensation.
Beef Noodles & Rice Diet Coke
By 18h, call William Darcourt to know if I can go to his house tomorrow afternoon, a pool / ping pong / beer fresh sounds adequate.
" I'll call you earlier, I will arrange something ."
An hour later, he reminds me:
" Ok, see you tomorrow at the villa for an afternoon glandouille pool and barbecue in the evening. There will be Christopher (Benzimra) and Katherine Thomas (Bichon), Fabrice (Shoe) and Claire, and we . "
Cool it. A kind of pool party just for us, before leaving Sin City, T-bone steak on the menu tonight.
Following Antonio name: Poker770 qualifier leaves Las Vegas tomorrow, and my intention to dine with him and Stephanie, his beloved and tender. I accept with pleasure, and is the half-hour later at the bar of Bally's. The time to sip a beer, discussing everything and anything, especially phone: my iPhone is definitely dead following an unexpected fall in the pool, and hers has just planted, still stuck on the splash screen, and that makes all unhappy.
I propose a bite to eat at Noodles at Bellagio. The Noodles, as its name suggests, is a noodle bar, usually cooked in a wok, but not that: the card is still provided more, the home is quality. I go at least once each year, which is Fougani and Pascal Perrault who had asked me during my first trip to Vegas, and I am pleased to return from time to time. I take a Beef Rice Noodles with a diet coke to drag all that.
Stephanie, myself and Antonio, in front of the room High-Stakes Slots Bellagio Antonio returns to the main event, and his disappointment at not really having a chance: each Once it has mounted chips, he took a set-up and during day 3, it took three set-ups in a row before being eliminated. In addition, we are aware that it will be much harder to qualify online now for since opening the French market for online gaming, the field is reduced to a vacuum. Fini, satellites with 200 seats guaranteed.
Leaving the Bellagio, we move quickly through the Flamingo, before stopping at a craps table in Bill's. Antonio is quite intrigued by the craps, and after my clumsy explanation, my understanding of craps is more limited than we go out every $ 50 in our pocket to tempt fate. Problem: the devil has won, leaving us with a taste of frustration in the mouth, our $ 50 having evaporated in five minutes.
It's Bill's fate around midnight, it is time to say goodbye: Antonio and Stephanie have their plane tomorrow evening and hope to capitalize on their last day on American soil.
Back at Bally's, I take a look at the various coverages of the main event: the day was a real slaughter. Of the 570 players who took place in the Amazon Room at noon, leaving only 205, including eight French. This information left me curiously cold for the first time since I arrived in Vegas, I feel a total lack of interest in poker.
Sure, it's high time I get home.
