Please note that I am writing a somewhat long trip report and including topics other than poker play. I figured the best way to write this trip report would be to start with departing in Philadelphia and ending when I drop off the rental car. So with any further hesitation, below you will find my trip report, for my trip dated 7/14/07 – 7/18/07. This was my 7th trip to Vegas - started visiting Vegas in March, 2005, when I was married. And please let me know if I posted this incorrectly or if this report was too long or should have been in a different format. I would like to know so that next time I complete one even better. Next time? More on that later. And I apologize in advance if this report is off the correct path or me babbling is annoying.

Saturday, July 14, 2007
Departed Philadelphia on time at 8:30PM after downing a delicious Crown & Coke along with my prescribed anti anxiety medication. Yes, I am deathly afraid of heights. Without this medication I would be a panic stricken fool, so it’s best that I medicate and fall asleep. Nighty night. Off we go. We being, me, my wife, her mother, and her son (my step son). Allow me to introduce us. You know me as Domenic. My wife Liz. My mother-in-law Bette, and my step son Dave. Ok, now that the introductions are out of the way we arrive in Vegas on time at 10:30PM local time. Please do not ask me about how the flight was because I do not remember the flight. Crown and Coke, 1.5 MG xanax, enough said. Let’s see, things are still a bit of a blur at this point, but I will try my best to recant the chain of events. I guess I should write this report as it happened or the following weekend but why make things easy on myself. First thing we do is pick up the rental car. I would like to give a shout out to the rental car company because I am very impressed with their service and I feel their pricing was great. I went online to www.lasvegas.com and clicked rental cars. From there, I found SavMor rental car. Again, I highly recommend, so please check them out. It’s pretty cool how the airport shuttles you over to the rental car center. Its then that you get your first look at the strip. Well, for most people that would be their second look at the strip, you know, after viewing the strip the first time from the airplane. But, being in my hazy fog, I do not remember this. So anyway, ok, there is the strip, I have made it. I can’t believe it, but I have made it. Hey, it’s almost 11 o’clock at night and its like 90 something degrees. Interesting. Now I know I have made it. For the 7th time! This from a guy who swore he would never see Las Vegas and be stuck in Atlantic City forever due to fear of flying or finances. Yep, I have made it again. My goals are simple. Relax, eat well, win 1 tournament, win in a cash game, and have fun. Ok, ok, where was I. Ok, sorry. We pick up the car rental and I make a dash to the Orleans. I am not staying there, I am just cashing in on their offer I received in the mail. I received 3 comped nights and upon check in, I received a $100 food comp and $150 slot comp. Literally, ran in and out of The Orleans and now began the trip to the hotel we were staying at. Good old Sam’s Town. Check into Sam’s Town without a problem and now the fun begins. Oh yeah, I tried the $20 trick but they were all sold out. I kept the $20 bucks. After getting our bags into our room and hitting the ATM machine, I am in business. Well, sorta. My wife gave me “spending” money and $60 towards my 2:00AM Planet Hollywood tournament. Couple of things to note here. This trip was 100% funded by my mother-in-law. She came into some scratch and gave my wife and I a few bucks. My wife and I complete our daily budget before hand so we know how much we can use (ummm lose) for that day and to ensure we have enough for the entire trip. Now, there is also another factor, the xanax. For some strange reason, I do not take medication very well. I always have some weird side effect or this or that. The medicine works, and it knocks me out like a light and does not allow me to worry about my fears, but it has a side effect. The previous trip in Vegas (April 28-May 2), I ended up losing a lot more money that I was supposed to on our first night, after playing in the 2:00AM Planet Hollywood tournament. I just remember going to the ATM time and time again and then having a lot of explaining to do the next day. Also, when coming off this medication, I get a bit angry. More on that later. And my apologies for making this sound like a webMD posting, but it ties into……….why I am only allowed to have $60 bucks plus some tip/gas money. Anyway, it’s after midnight, so that makes it Sunday.

Sunday, July 15, 2007
My wife and mother-in-law stay behind at Sam’s Town to get their slot machine fix and my wife uses the $75 slot comp that Sam’s Town provided. So all is well so far. They intend to win a few bucks playing Sams Town slots and then retire to sleep while I intend on winning the PH 2:00AM. This might be a good time to insert a Sams Town plug. I have to admit, this is my favorite casino. Ok, if they had NLTH, it would be perfect. They only “usually” run limit holdem. How can this be my favorite? I mean, there is the Wynn, Bellagio, MGM, etc. Is something wrong with me? Maybe. But I just like the smaller feel. I like the local flavor. The place gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling, and I mean that in a very manly kind of way. I like their 24 café that features $5 steak and eggs. I like their $6 buck breakfast buffet. I love Billy Bobs, their awesome steak house. I like their fountain show and the atmosphere. I like their staff and everyone is very friendly. I have never met as many friendly people. Sams Town just does it right. Because of Sams Town, I hate Atlantic City now. Yep, under 90 miles away from home and I refuse to go there .You see Atlantic City, does not do it right. Anyway, back to Sams Town. I simply love it. And I hope they don’t change a thing. Their rooms are great and their slots are loose. Ok, maybe more loose is the better description. My wife can play for hours and hours and have a good time, on not a lot of money. I have taken my shots on their $1 and $5 machines and always have done well. And what else can you say about a craps table with a $5 minimum and 20 times odd. Ok, ok, where was I? Ah yes, leave me wife and Bette behind while Dave and I head to Planet Hollywood. Get to PH around 1:30AM and sit at the bar and have a coca cola. Dave bangs down a shot of Petron, his new drink of choice. He was buying, but I was “coming off the meds” and figured it might not be a good idea. So I was a good boy. And now, my first tournament of the trip, the 2:00AM PH - $60 total fee. Please understand that Vegas to me in general is a very fuzzy experience. It is like a fantasy land. Like an event that never happened. So a lot of times during this trip report, you will notice that some details I remember very vividly and others I genuinely have no clue about. I do remember that there were about 60 players so the field was nice. I really do not remember a lot of hands except the last one I played in. It was down to 3 tables and I did not have very many chips left. I remember saying that if I catch any of the flop, I am moving in, because that was pretty much my best option. I have Jack / Eight off and the flop comes rag, rag, Jack. I go all in. I was called by someone who had Queen high and I was ahead. I was looking to double up. The caller had no draw and no bottom or middle pair, just Queen / Four. Not sure of the call there but maybe he was committed or something. I actually think he had so many chips that maybe he figured he was just trying to eliminate someone. The queen comes on the river and I am done. No regrets. That’s fine. Xanax still in the system and I am feeling fine. Look over my should and Dave is not doing bad at his table. I decide to walk around and enjoy the scenery. I first go outside and just stare at the Bellagio and Caesars and realize once again, yes, I am in Vegas. I think to myself, I have to win the lottery or find a bundle of cash buried in my back yard so I can live here. Ok, back to reality I go inside and walk around and notice the atmosphere. A lot of chicks, if this is your thing. Yeah, oh boy. Wow. Dave now at the final table, so this is good. I think the top 6 got paid so I am hoping he can get in the money. Is this the part where I give a rating on PH? Ok, I like PH. I think the place is very hip, trendy, and gives off a good feeling vibe. The tournament was cool and I think the 2:00AM will remain a constant for me. I do not play tournaments that cost me over $100 bucks for a lot of reasons (one being I am not that good of a player) and I enjoyed this tournament and highly recommend it. Now they are down to 6 players left and Dave is in the money. Down to 3 players and he has a slight chip lead. Man, he is full of himself now. And I know its coming. The bragging and this and that. Its ok, I am happy. The players decide to chop after realizing that everyone pretty much has about the same amount. I told Dave to have the other guys declare you the winner since you had the chip lead. Look, us low limit tournament players need to take what we can get. Ha ha, it was all in good fun. Sure enough, he signed his name in the 1st place spot and was given a Planet Hollywood pen. He took down $700 something. He hands me $100 bucks and tells me to have fun. OH YEAH. Now we head up to Harrah’s, nice little walk and the sun is up. How the hell did that happen? Anyway, I check him into Harrah’s (they gave me 4 comped nights) since he is staying there. Must be nice to be 25 and single and staying on the strip. We then walk over to Imperial Palace and get into their cash game. My goal was to double the $100 and go into Sunday living large. I am playing pretty good and start downing orange juice. I also enjoy some of their complimentary donuts. The other players look at me funny but what do I care, I am having a great time. I am feeling good. Started to feel like the first time all over again. Then……..my wife calls me. Its now 8AM and I am not back. Where am I? Am I ok? She was worried about the medicine and how it affects me. I told her to relax and that Dave was with me and he won and gave me a few bucks. She starts to think I borrowed it off of him and this and that. Anyway, long story, edited story, we get into a little argument. I hang up and decide to go broke on top pair top kicker a few hands later and apologize to Dave for losing the $100 he gave me. He acknowledged that it was his mom’s fault and he was laughing at me. Well, one of the problems with the xanax is that I go into a weird fit of anger. I got so mad at the argument that I decide the only way to get back at my wife was to break the phone she just bought me the day before. The brand new Razor V3xx. I snap that SOB in half and toss it in a trash can in front of O’Sheas. Yeah, I know I am an idiot, you didn’t have to say that. Now, the ride back to Sam’s Town I realize that this stupid medicine got me in trouble again and I am out a $300 phone and I have a lot of explaining to do. I tried the, “why did you have to start on me when you know I am taking those meds”? That didn’t work. I was asked to go get some sleep (haven’t slept yet) or to get something to eat, so that I would feel better and calm down. And, on the flight home, no more xanax. I said ok, ok, no problem. Dave and I go to the Sams Town buffet and afterwards all is ok with me and my wife. Not sure why she puts up with me, but she is a real trooper. We apologize and head over to Fremont Street. She loves it there. And I have to agree, the slot machines there are more loose. She likes walking in and out of the casinos and playing $40 bucks here and $40 bucks there. After Dave buys me a few shots of Petron at the Fitzgerald’s bar, we register for the 12:00PM tournament. It initially only cost us $35 to enter. They have a rebuy and add on, again, details sketchy due to my Vegas Fantasy Another World Fog. My heart is racing just writing this post. Anyway, I told Dave, I was going to show him who was boss this time. I was drinking pretty good this time. I was having fun and the other players were laughing a lot at me. They were 90% local and they were getting a kick out of me. Man, they were nice also. Hats off to them, very nice people. After the Petron shots, I started drinking 2 washington apples, an apple martini, and some other stupid drink. It helped my table image. Everyone figured I was hammered. I had poker Aces and Kings during this run and built up the chip lead headed into the final table. Dave was knocked out within the first half hour. It would not be 2 in a row for him. I had the chip lead and the players started to vanish. I was playing really good, half drunk poker. I was using my chip lead to my advantage and stealing blinds when appropriate and applying max pressure when in position, it was great. In the end, it was me versus a young lady, a local, attractive and very nice gal. The topic of chopping never came up at all until now. She didn’t seem like she wanted to chop and I didn’t either. At this point, I was making money and it only cost me $35 or $50 bucks, cant remember if I did any rebuys or add ons, so I was happy. I can’t remember the final hand but I went all in when I caught middle pair. She caught top pair and out I went in 2nd. No problem. I picked up like $300 bucks and I was feeling great. Went back to check on my wife and she was holding her own. We messed around on slots for a while at Golden Nugget and Binions before deciding to eat. A word on Fitzgeralds. Give their tournament a shot, you will like it. It’s cheap enough and everyone is very nice. They normally do not have NLTH but have limit if you like that and like I said, give it a shot. I had a great time. Wow, it’s hot out waiting for our car from the valet. How great it is that valet parking is free. I love that. Anyway, we decide to head to Orleans to use our food comp. We couldn’t come to an agreement on where to eat. We ended up at TGI Fridays and it was very good. Man was I hungry. Yes, I know, I came all the way to LV to eat at TGI Fridays……….anyway……….you can stop laughing now. My wife and Bette decide to use the $150 slot comp and stay behind while I drive Dave back over to Harrahs for his attempt to get plastered and drown in the pool. I then head back to Orleans to play slots with the wife before we all head back to Sam’s Town. I remember getting to Sam’s Town and playing slots with my wife and her mother as well as playing slots alone. I remember getting a chocolate milkshake. What I cannot remember is, did I play in the 11:00PM tournament that evening. I mean, I would have had the buy in money. I would have had time. Why would I not play it? I can’t remember playing in it at all. If I was playing in it, I think I would have remembered being knocked out or remembered someone I talked to or something like that. You have to remember, at this point, I have not slept since Friday evening except a few hours on the plane. It is now Sunday evening, almost Monday morning eastern time, and I have no idea what is what. My conclusion is that I did not play in any tournaments that evening but instead went to bed after playing some slot machines around 11PM. Time to sleep off the big blur.

Monday, July 16, 2007
Get a quick coffee Monday morning and head over to Harrah’s where we pick up Dave for our morning travels. We head to the Riviera to play in their 1PM tournament. The buyin is cheap and cost $47 total so I liked that. My wife and her mom played at the Riviera but really made out quite nicely at Slots O Fun. We actually got to the Riviera an hour before the tournament was to start so we walked them over to Slots O Fun and didn’t feel like waiting in line for their $1 hot dog. So we walked into Circus Circus, saw a 12 year old throwing dice and a toddler playing Jackpot Party slot machines (just kidding) and went upstairs to McDonalds to grab a bite. On the way in, we saw a woman hit the $1 progressive 10 times machine for $90,000. Nice job! Can I have ten bucks? No? Ok, nevermind. Ok, back we go to the Riviera as the tournament is set to begin. They had 3 tables going and I was ready for some poker. This tournament was quite memorable for me since twice my 8 / 9 suited brought down pocket aces and pocket kings. Aces went down when I turned the straight and the kings went down when I rivered the flush. They guy with the kings was pretty mad about that. He asked how I could call his huge bet. Actually, it wasn’t that big, I was in the big blind and figured even if he had aces or kings, 8 / 9 suited would be the hand to maybe bring it down, and I didn’t have many chips left. This guy was really upset and that’s all he kept talking about. More on him later.
Now we are down to 5 players and I actually knock Dave out when he has Ace / Jack and I have Ace / King. So now we are down to four but I am short stacked. The tournament only paid the top 3 and I asked if anyone wanted to chop to include money to the bubble. Everyone pretty much agreed, except the hostile guy from earlier. I then asked, how about if the bubble gets his buy in back, or $40 bucks. Again, he said no. I thought to myself ok. No problem. If you do not want to chop, you don’t want to chop. But if you do not want to chop because my Eight / Nine beat your Kings, that’s fine also. I am in Vegas and nothing is going to bother me really. Anyway, me and homeboy go up against each other. His Ace / Nine goes down when my pocket Queens hold up. He gets knocked out and asks if he gets any money for finishing 4th. I said you didn’t want to chop the bubble. Being the nice guy that I am, and what a gentleman move this was, I asked if the other guys would mind spotting him $40 bucks back. I made sure I told him that was all I was trying to do earlier, was get 4th place his money back. He appreciated it and said, “I still don’t know how you called my kings”. HA HA! Anyway, the 3 of us then decided to chop and we were pretty much even. I remember we each took down $414 after giving I’m still mad about my pocket kings boy his money. Nice. I was happy. 3 tournaments – 1 knockout, 1 2nd place finish, and 1 three way chop. We then head to Slots O Fun to check on the other team members. They are still doing well and I had to put $20 into the huge slot machine in the front of the Slots O Fun entrance. I hit it out when it reached $50 bucks, and was happy about that. My wife was still doing good and she told me, “I want to live at Slots O Fun and play slots all day here”. Ok, interesting. Degenerate. We are very much alike. That being said I walk back over to the Riviera to play a cash game and buy in for $200. I always have had nice luck at the Riviera and got up to $300 within an hour with some nice hands and nice bluff when I thought the initial preflop raiser was continue betting. I also had the nut flush draw to back things up if he called but anyway, the real story becomes, the Perry Conspiracy. Follow me here folks. There is a local there, that I have seen many times before, and he goes by the name Perry. Interesting guy, seems to like himself, very confident, borderline arrogant, and somewhat loud. Nice guy though, and he remembered me and doesn’t really mess with me too much because during my last trip, I made him throw away the winning hand when I check raised him with Ace high on the river. It was just the way he bet on the river, you know? Fearful of something. Ever since I showed him that, he remember me and calls me Ace high. The story is this. He is on my right and on his right is a guy from England. They are going at it. Constantly talking trash. The big problem here is that the English fellow keeps saying that Perry is not an author and doubts he could write anything. Perry swears he is an author. I guess this was discussed before my arrival. Perry says he is an author, English dude doubts it. I know, silly, but follow me here. This goes on and on and now they start fighting because English guy keeps getting mad because Perry’s foot keeps touching his under the table. The manager comes over and threatens to call security. The matter wasn’t resolved and they stopped play again before the manager asked that they change seats if they wanted to keep playing or leave. The 2nd time the manager HAD to come over because Perry’s foot was on the Englishman’s foot and he refused to move it. So that stopped but again, the talk about Perry being an author keeps going on and on. Perry takes about a 10 minute break from the table and comes back and sits down. The English guy keeps it up about him not being an author and a fake and how he couldn’t write a childrens book. Immediately, and I mean immediately after saying this, out of nowhere, this guy comes up to the table, right up to Perry, and says, “hey I love your books can I have your autograph”? Perry signs the book and the guy walks away. The Englishman asked to see the book but the “mystery” fan walks very fast away from the scene. I told Perry, if that was a “work” or a “setup” I would buy him dinner (even though he was the one with $1100 in front of him). He said it was real and he has written a few books and one is on the way. I start laughing and proclaiming that was the funniest thing I have ever seen. The Englishman said it was fake and got up and left. So, the conspiracy theory begins. Is Perry a real author? Was that a real fan? Was it all a work to shut up the Englishman. We may never know. That was the best thing I have ever seen. You had to see how it went down! Back to the table. This report is long enough so I will quickly say that my $300 went all the way down to $0 after I played like an idiot. My bad play came back to haunt me and maybe I was very tired or just didn’t have my heart into it. Yes, I should have left when I was up $100 bucks. Back over to Slots O Fun to pull my wife off the machines because it is now dinner time. She convinces me to play there and I do. I actually had fun playing some Elvis Penny machine. Elvis would come up on the screen and sing songs and……..ok, enough of that. So, we eventually pull my wife off the Little Green Men machine and head over to Sams Town for our partially comped dinner. Mmmm Billy Bobs. I highly recommend. You can go with the 40 ounce porterhouse or any filet will do. After stuffing myself into oblivion, Dave and I decide to play the 11:00PM tournament. I announce prior to this to my wife and company that I intend to get sloppy drunk and that Dave will need cab fare back to Harrahs. My wife went to purchase ear plugs so she wouldn’t have to listen to me when I came up to the room because I am a happy talkative drunk. So, we enter the tournament and I am drinking heavily and would you believe noone is taking me serious. I look down when we are down to 2 tables from the original 3 at pocket aces. I limp in early position knowing I am going to get raised. Sure enough, raise and a call and then I go all in. I proclaim I have pocket aces. Original raiser immediately calls and so does the other fellow. I am all in with aces against jacks and 4 / 5 diamonds. The aces held up and 2 people bit the dust and I had a nice chip lead. At this point, one of the locals who was a cool older guy started to really give it to me. He kinda started the, lets not let the kid from the east win talk. It was all in good fun and I had a good time with him. I wish I could remember his name, but the washington apples were coming fast. I gave the waitress twenty bucks and told her to keep bringing them, two at a time if she could and not to worry because I had a room here and I was going to sleep after I won the tournament. The local said he was not going to let me win, but he didn’t care if drank. HA HA! Down to the final table and again, I knock out Dave who finishes 5th. The local is then short stacked after I beat him pretty good by disguising a big hand (cant remember what it was, but I remember my play). He said, “nice hand” and I said, “but better played”. He agreed and since he was short stacked and they only paid 3 places I asked the others if they would agree to giving the bubble $100 bucks. Everyone agreed and my local friend then finished fourth and shook my hand and thanked me since he said they rarely chop there and he was happy to meet my company and get $100 bucks. I told him it was great playing with him and I hope to see him again tomorrow night. Anyway, it was three of us and then I knocked out the 3rd place finisher. We couldn’t decide if we wanted to chop so we played a few more hands until we were basically about even, actually, my opponent had more chips. He asked if we wanted to chop 50/50 and I agreed and declared him the winner. He was another nice guy. Older guy with a really long beard that hid his face. Dude said he was from Colorado. We both took down like 6 hundred bucks after 3 of us gave 4th place finisher $33 each. At this point, I could barely walk and Dave helped me to the craps table. Nothing beats losing your winnings at the craps table. I had a great time shooting dice with Dave, Marty (an older guy from NY who lives in Vegas now) and Rita (from Virginia). I was so bombed and Marty figured he should join in. He started feeling pretty good and I remember buying him cigerettes. Rita was having a good time and she was broke but ended up hanging around because I think I was funny, well, at least that is what she said. I am sure it had something to do with my good looks and the fact that I was spotting her pass line bets (with odds after the point) when the dice came around to her. Dave took the cab back to Harrahs. Marty’s age caught up to him and he had to head out. Just Rita and I at the table now and its about 4AM. Three sayings come to mind here and are appropriate to insert at this point. Never put anything down in writing that you don’t want someone else to read. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Don’t kiss and tell.
After walking away from the table, I had chips. Yep, I still had money left. Dave told me the next day that at one point, I was on fire. And I sorta remember making a $15 Yo bet and several points during a really good run. I even found a comp for breakfast, for four, in my pocket. Special thanks to whomever gave it to me. Not sure how I got to my room but after laying down in bed, I noticed that Sams Town was spinning. I also then noticed the bathroom. Felt better and feel asleep. Woke up very tired, no headache or hang over, just a neck ache from however I slept but realized that the night before was one heck of a night and I really knew now I was in Vegas!

Tuesday, July 17, 2007
After waking up I decide that I have to eat, I have to have food. We go down to the Sams Town Firelight Café and I load up. We then head over to Harrahs, pick up an already drunk Dave (damn Petron) and head over to Treasure Island for their 1PM or 2PM tournament (I forget). Dave got knocked out early and went to find my wife and mother-in-law. I am still in the tournament and make the final table out of 30 something originally. I noticed they paid the top 6 which was cool / 6th place getting their buy in back actually. And of course, that is where I finished when short stacked I go all in with pocket nines and lose to pocket queens. No problem. Had fun and I drive down to Caesars to pick up my crew who made their way down there. While waiting for the car outside Treasure Island I became very weak and very tired. So after picking them up at Caesars I decided to lay down in the Harrahs room that I got Dave for a few hours. After just getting off my feet for a while, I started to feel better, better enough to play in the 8PM Riviera tournament. My mission was to cash again. My mission fell short when I was busted early chasing an open ended straight draw after the flop against trips which ended up becoming quads. Still, had fun and started playing $1 slot machines until my wife and her mother were done playing at Slots O Fun. We then realize we are hungry and stop at a Del Taco. Dave keeps saying that he wants tacos, tacos, tacos. Oh brother. So, we eat cheap and do as he asks. He ends up falling asleep in the Sams Town room and never makes the 11:00PM tournament with me. This was the last tournament I was going to play since I was going home the next day. Here is the hand that I lost on and also a hand that taught me something for next time, when it comes to tournament play. I was making a play raising with King / Ten of diamonds. Two callers. Flop comes Queen of diamonds, Three of diamonds, and Eight of spades. Not sure if I checked or if I was last to act but anyway, someone goes all in, the other person calls and I fold figuring I am behind and I don’t to chase the flush. First all in person has Ace/Queen and the second all in caller has trip 8s. The next card is Ace of diamonds. The river gives noone a full house and trip 8s win because I folded my flush draw. HOW DUMB??!! I played not to lose instead of to win. If I nail that pot, I am the chip leader by a bunch with 12 players left. Rrrrrrrrrrrr. That was horrible but I learned for next time. In tournaments, as I have learned from my previous play, you have to survive a race, and win a race, that’s how it is. Anyway, I ended up going on tilt realizing I was toast or mentally done and went all in with Ten / Jack off and lost to Ace / King off. Found my wife upstairs playing the same jackpot party machine she was for hours and we played together for a while before going to bed.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Dave, who was already in the room sleeping, was there so we all went and used my breakfast comp and the buffet. I love eggs, that’s all I can say there. We pack up and head to the airport. I had a great time. Sad that I didn’t hit megabucks and that I had to leave but what can you do. Dropped off the rental car and headed to the airport. Played a few machines at the airport and made about 40 bucks. Now, remember how my wife said no more xanax? I figured that this was my 7th time flying home from Vegas and that I really have nothing to be afraid about. So I get on the plane and NEVER AGAIN can I do that. Panic kicks in, my fear of heights kicks in, motion sickness, paranoia, I was a royal mess. It was like being in one of my recurring airplane nightmares. I told my wife that I was sorry but I either have to find something else to take next time or just take the xanax without drinking or something. But I was scared out of my mind. I wish it was mind over matter but it was genuine fear and I couldn’t control it. And yes I know I have nothing to be afraid of and yes I know how safe air travel is. But it’s in my head and my mind drifts, I cant help it.

So, what is next? Is that not the true question for the gambling Vegas loving degenerate? You immediately have to figure out your next trip the first day you are back to work. And it happened. I brought my friend at work some souvenirs or something and he said he and his brother and his wife want to go to Vegas in October and wanted to know if I could get him rooms. I told him I could get him rooms but I would have to check him in (shhhhh don’t tell Harrahs). Anyway, I researched and sure enough, I have him booked for 5 nights in October for $250 bucks at Paris, and this includes a Friday and Saturday stay. He is psyched. I took some of the money I brought home from my tournament winnings and purchased flights for my wife and myself. Our trip this time will be to do things we have never done before while there. Visit other casinos and try to make our 8th trip like our first. We are also going to drive down to Laughlin and stay over for a night. So, what else to say but…………………….get the clock started, we are about 2 months away………………

Thanks for reading and again, I apologize about the length of for any inappropriateness.

Domenic
Domenic.ricci@ictgroup.com