2015 Vegas Diary - Part 2
It was dark when I heard Layup's phone make noise. There was no sun peering through the shades. I didn't even bother to look at the time. I saw Layup get up and turn the noise off the phone.....
I had plenty of drinks myself, plus the Zzzquil - as soon as he turned the phone off I closed my eyes.....
Thursday, Feb 4, 7:20 am
I wake up - check the clock: almost 5 hours of sleep. Not too bad! The sun is coming in the room. I move around a bit - and see Layup sleeping in the other bed. Hmmmm...I'm sure he got up for his call.
After about 5 minutes of trying to go back to sleep, I start playing on my phone - and that's when Layup stirs in his bed. He slowly gets up and then - it hits him. "Oh Shit....Oh shit....What time is it?"
It's about 7:25 or so.
"Oh no...oh dammit".
Apparently, his alarm was not enough to get him awake enough for his call at 6; I guess he went right back to bed after his alarm went off. He then spent 30 minutes on the phone with his boss and co-workers profusely apologizing. That quickly scattered any remnants of alcohol in his system.
After breakfast, the three of us went back to - where else? - the UTH table for morning sessions. During the play, we put in some of our favorite head-to-head matchups; we vehemently disagreed on one- Paul Casey vs Pat Perez. Wiz and Layup loved Perez while I like Casey. Side bet done. It took us about 20 minutes, but we finally got the pit boss to change the TV channel from beIN Sports to the Golf Channel.
It was at this table where we watched Tiger start his round; I think he bogeyed the first 2 holes and was struggling on the front nine. Would he make the cut?
I had a massage (with probably the Mirage's worst massage lady) and a haircut (first haircut back in the US) around noon, and then back to the UTH table. That's when we saw Tiger hit a drive on 10 or 11 and clutch his back. Uh oh. I think I was playing a 10-6 unsuited when Tiger withdrew.
The massage break worked; I had two losing UTH sessions before the break - that's 7 losing sessions in a row - before winning 100 in the session afterwards. Still, I felt I was in a continual downhill slide.
Don and Mike were supposed to join us this afternoon, but never made it to the casino that afternoon. Hmmmmm...I wonder why? They made a last minute decision (on Wed night) to take the clubs; they were on an empty Royal Links that afternoon enjoying the 78 degree weather. But we saved these seats at the table for you!
Wiz left for his massage, so where could Layup and I go to waste time? Of course -Baccarat! Not much happened in this session except for seeing some random African-American at the other table with a pile of yellow and purple chips, waiting in vain for some sort of streak to appear.
We went to get ready for dinner and meet Mike and Don at the UTH table before heading over to Bartorelli's over at the Wynn. We were a bit early, so why not sit down and play - again? We stayed for 5 hands; I broke even while Layup went in 4x on most of the hands and lost each one. So a innocent 10 minute stay turned into a $500 loss for Layup.
On the way over to dinner at the Wynn, we noticed Wiz was wearing flip-flops. WTF, Wiz? We are going to a nice dinner - can't you be presentable?
" I only packed tennis shoes and flip flops".
Well, I hope we won't get kicked out because we needed proper shoes....................... of course, that's what happened, as Wiz was denied entry as the restaurant required closed-toe shoes.
"Suits me fine! More time for gambling!" he laughed as he took off.
What a meal for the four of us! A seafood feast - the best calamari I have ever had, and I voluntarily ordered grappa at the end of the meal. My first recollection of Grappa was from college when our Ukrainian friend tried to give us all taste; I drank it, quickly spit it out calling it "Spic N Span". But the grappa we had Thursday night was smooth and oddly addicting. A great end to a great meal.
(We did get a text from Wiz during the meal: "Flip-flops == Money!". He had success at the tables during dinner).
The trip doesn't truly start until all 5 of us are at the UTH table - and that's what happened after dinner with Ruth, our favorite dealer. She has dealt UTH to us for a few years now and is good for several laughs during the night. It was a great session for me - breaking my losing streak of about 24 hours (except for that one small winning session). A good 3-4 hour session that night.
But was it over? No! Over to the salon to see if we can parlay those winnings into something more.... no. This trip wasn't as bad as the first, but still it was a losing trip, and I think I made out the best.
We stumbled across a fairly empty craps table and decided for one more session that night.... Olga, our favorite box-lady, was there, so we jumped right in. Well, it was a good decision. I rolled extremely well (and so did Wiz)...I hit an all small for myself (#2 of the trip) and rolled for about 20-25 minutes for one roll. That roll contained a whole lot of "8"s that Layup was on with a come bet with max odds....he was always getting "off and on" money. It was right up there as one of the best craps sessions I have had at the Mirage - erasing all the losses from the day. The other two - Layup and Wiz - made far more. The day ended well.
I bought cards and Wiz and I started our gin adventure, playing under some messed-up Maryland rules. I won't go into it any more.