Went to Vegas for a poker binge with my brother. I am a too-tight low-limit player, still learning the game conservatively, but he has been playing for a living for three years now, mostly at 2/5 NL. For three days in Vegas, he tried to talk me into playing NL, but I only brought about $500 to play with so I just wanted to play social 3/6, drink for free, and enjoy my trip. So for three days we binged on poker, mainly in the Mirage but also at MGM (which was a good room) and Mandalay Bay (which was awful). I won a couple hundred at MGM on the first day, but by the time we reached our last night in town, I'd lost it all back plus my meager bankroll grinding in vain in silly 3/6 tables and that murderous 6/12 game at the Mirage. About 11 pm I hit the felt (in the Mirage 3/6 game), so I wandered over to the 2/5 NL table to see how my brother was doing. He is killing this table, with about $2,700+ in front of him. I tell him I'm done, and he shakes his head, reaches into his wallet, peels off two C-notes, and says, go sit in that 1/2 game over there and just play like I told you. So I sit down in this 1/2 NL game and immediately notice that, at 38 years and about five beers, I am the oldest and most sober player at the table. To make a long story short, six hours later I had won back my entire $500 and I was elated but exhausted. Went and slept a few hours and came back to play the same game for a while before heading to the airport. A WPT wannabe punk on my left is running the table, raising every hand pre-flop, chasing to the river, and sucking out on everybody. He has his sunglasses on upside down and horrible bad breath to boot. I can hardly bear it. Finally, just before I have to leave, I'm in the SB and I look down and see 8c9d. Three limpers, so I complete the blind. Trenchmouth raises $10 more and everyone calls, itching to get a piece of him, so I'm in too. Flop comes 7, 6, 4 rainbow. I check, TM bets $15, two callers, I call. Flop brings the perfect card -- the 5 in the fourth suit. I throw out a curious $15 bet and stare at the pot. TM immediately raises it to $30 and sneers at me. The others fold, and I make a show of thinking long and hard. I am just about ready to move all in when TM says to me, "tell you what, if you give me one of those red chips I'll show you one of my cards". Now, I know he is full of himself, trying to act out that scene from the Stu Unger movie, but he's got the scenario wrong: there is no pair on the board. I say really, will you?, and he gets excited: Yeah, yeah! I'll do it! One red chip! I pause, then say, you know, I'm just gonna go all in, and I push my remaining $220 or so in the middle. He is shocked, but this numbskull cannot conceive of folding, so he calls. He has 6-4 two-pair from the flop, and he calls my all-in with a four-card straight on the board! So I made a nice score before I got on the plane, and I've kicked myself ever since for not having the guts to sit in that fat game for the duration of my trip. Next time!