Rebecca and I booked another Vegas trip a few weeks back; we'll be there June 4-6. Gonna be hot as balls, but if we didn't go then we were looking at 7 weeks later, when it will be hotter than balls. I'll chose "hot as" over "hotter than" any day.
Staying at Venetian - pricier than I would opt for, but the chick is all about feeling like a queen on our little mini-vacation. I'm totally fine with it, and we did end up getting an OK deal. I also found other ways to save money over our last trip (mostly on transport to/from the airports), so we'll be spending less overall on this trip than last one. It'll also be nice staying in the same hotel where I'll likely want to play most of my poker (save for a little bit at MGM before or after we se Ka).
SO looking forward to getting away from work again. I'll still have one more day of school the next week, and a final exam to study for, but the little Thurs-Sat jaunt will be a nice mind-break before the final.
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Couple Saturday's back I played some $1/$3 in the afternoon while Rebecca shopped. Glad there's an outlet mall right by Tulalip :)
I was playing loose and gambly, knowing I only had a few hours to play and hoping to make a nice score, willing to put a couple buy-ins on the line against weak-passive players. Much more passive than night time games IMO.
Only hand I remember vividly was one where I called on the button with A7o vs a player I was sure I could play and represent and push them off a hand. After hitting a 7 on the flop I called a flop bet, checked behind on the turn, and folded to a $100 river bet. The board was innoccuous, but I could likely only beat a bluff (or 88+). I said to him "I think I'm supposed to call you here," and then asked him whether he wanted a call or if he was happy with the pot as it is, etc. There was something - the speed of his river bet, his tone of voice, the way he moved, etc - that screamed "BLUFF" to me.
I turned over my 7 and said "I want to call you with just this, but I have to fold," and mucked my hand. He tables AT for no pair, and takes down the $100-ish pot.
If only I could consistently follow my instincts... of course when you play once/month it's hard to have much faith in your instincts. Still, it's something of which I need to be aware.
(for those curious, I ended up one buy-in after about 3 hours...not bad for a Saturday afternoon)
Monday, May 18, 2009
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