Vegas in August part 6 - clubbing and BJ

So yesterday was a change of pace for me. The afternoon was mostly a wipe out as I nursed a bad headache in the room. In between pain spasms I got into a pretty interesting historical fiction novel called "Pompeii" describing the tale of the city in the few days leading up to the eruption of Vesuvius. Not bad.

I recovered sufficiently by 6 pm for my evening BBO practise session with Keith, and from there it was onto dinner and dancing.

Earlier I had scored passes to TAO - in the Venetian - but we feared we were too old for Lindsay Lohan and her crowd, so we settled on Tryst at the Wynn. We scouted the club before dinner and met a hostess who was convinced Svetlana was a Chanel model, so was tripping over herself to accomodate us. We did not dispel her impression of course.

I told her we would like to come but (a) we don't want to be out of place (read - too old) and (b) we don't like standing in lines. Angie gave me her business card and promised she would look out for us in the VIP line up. Sure enough later that evening we were whisked into the beautiful club and enjoyed music, a few drinks, and even dancing till 1 AM.

I was surprised how dead the Wynn casino was - it is a gorgeous facility - as is the Encore - but looked like a Monday night - not a Friday night. And they still jacked up their table limits - the DD pit was almost empty with one $100 game and mostly $200 and $300 minimums at the others. Meanwhile the Venetian and the Palazzo are hopping - table limits ratcheted up many times according to ye old supply demand model.

We dined at a fabulous Chinese restaurant in the Wynn called RED - had the best hot and sour souop we have ever had - anywhere. Our entree was steamed Chilean Sea Bass and that was wow too. Red has been added to our list of places we like to eat at in Vegas!

Saw the lead actor from Entourage with a couple of his buddies at the Red - he was dressed very casual in jeans and tee, but no mistaking him. (sorry I don't know his name)

Bigger thrill (?) was walking past and almost into Rod Stewart (or his spitting image) in the walk back from The Wynn to The Venetian.

Back to our hotel and perhaps a blackjack flutter before bed. Found a $50 limit table that was not packed and we agreed I would play and Sveta would cheer. Nothing to cheer about. One of those tables you cannot will to pay you. Counts favorable - you lose. Dealer was so strong with her bust cards showing you almost preferred she show an ace or face.

I tried all my moves - changing the number of hands; judicious sit outs; don't double when I usually would - but after a 15 minute struggle I realised this was not to be and exited to the next table beside us - where everybody's grandfather was quietly sitting one on one with the dealer and had a huge stack of black and green chips in front of him.

He simply started every shoe with $125 bet and increased by $25 if he won a hand - as he was winning 3/5 hands his stack was steadily growing all night. He was so absorbed, and non responsive to anyone or anything, I wondered if he was a permanent fixture at the table - kind of a tourist attraction.

Anyway, my disrupting grandpa's game had no affect on his results, but his luck did not spill over to the anchor position. Started out well, then it turned luke warm - not as bad as the previous table, but playing a higher limit (past my current day comfort point to be honest) I was not really in a zig zagging mood. Caught back half what I lost at the other table and reminded myself that patience is still the key.

These same tables will be empty in the morning and the limits will be $25 and I can be Captain Control and all will be right in the world.

So I grabbed a bunch of free poker mags from the poker room and went to bed, reading about guys I have never heard of and their big scores in tournament poker.