Listening to Lebow snore – 6 hours


Blackjack (and drinking)  – 7 hours


Sleeping – 7 hours

1. Saturday –
   7:00 AM – I’ve now listened to him snore for two straight hours contemplating
   which one of us I should smother with a pillow. Instead I head down to the
   lobby Starbucks. I take my Americano and my surprisingly nice bran muffin to
   the pool. It’s the crack of dawn and 43 degrees centigrade. Heaven.  I read my book, Gus Hansen’s “Every Hand
   Revealed”. I’ve read it three times now, but it’s a good read before and during
   a tourney.
    
2. Saturday –
   11:00 AM – Back to The Rio for The WSOP Seniors Day 2 – My 11,300 chips fight
   the good fight for two solid hours but something has to give and it eventually
   does. My 99 can’t duck an AQ suited and I go out in 590^th place out
   of 5400. I collect $1900 for my trouble. Could be worse.
    
3. Saturday –
   2:00 PM – The Wynn Classic – I head to the Wynn and enter the $1100 tournament.
   I played at a table with this notorious poker dick named Luke Vrabel until I busted
   him out with a “hero call” on a hand I knew he was bluffing. This happened after
   he’d lent me his phone charger for half an hour. I don’t feel bad. As my
   grandmother used to say Shtek nit dem kop tsum
   volf in moyl arayn. (Don’t stick your head in a
   wolf’s mouth).Besides, here’s a sample of this guy’s extreme douchiness.
    
   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i8R2wD7xF1A&t=699s
    
   Skip to around the 12 minute mark and listen to 30 seconds of this you’ll know new heights of obnoxiousness. But then
   it goes on for 24 minutes. Anyway, I played in this tournament for 4 hours and
   then lost being overly aggressive. I head back to my hotel.
    
4. Saturday – 7:00 PM – I meet Randy
   at The Four Seasons and we head over to The Aria to meet his friend Hani for
   dinner. Two bottles of wine later we drunkenly mosey to the poker room where (go
   figure!) they just happen to be holding a little $240 tournament with 230
   people involved. It started at 7:00 PM and late registration ends at 10:30 PM.
   We get in just under the wire. I won’t bore you with the details but nine and a
   half hours later, at 7:30 the next morning, I won it! Well, technically me and four others fellas chopped the $25,000 prize pool five ways , so
   technically it was a five-way tie for first. It was me, three young poker pros and a pasty white British guy. (as if that doesn’t describe all British guys). Anyway, I’m just going to say I won
   it. I walk away with a tidy hard-earned 5K. Not exactly the fortune I was seeking, but a win is a win, right?
5. I stumble (as much as one can stumble in an Uber) back to my hotel in broad daylight after playing almost 17 hours of poker in three different tournaments, in three different hotels, cashed in one and won another, all within a 24 hour period. “Senior” my ass.

All in all, a great trip. As my
grandmother used to say Mit eyn tokhes ken men nit tantsn af
tsvey khasenes. (You can’t dance at two weddings with
one behind). I know. That has absolutely no applications here. I
just like that one.