Have you ever wished that there was a place where you can stay inside a giant casino that is completely surrounded by other giant casinos and you can never get a good nights sleep?
Well that place really does exist and its called Vegas.
You can stay in one of the resorts for a week and get a flight there for about the same price as parking your car in central London for 3 hours.
The game-plan here is basically to wake up in the afternoon (not hungover) and follow these simple steps:
- Get food
- Play poker
- Complete steps 1 & 2 simultaneously (note: professionals only)
Rinse and repeat for best results
People love buffets and Vegas loves giving people what they want. You can fill your plates with unlimited food and there’s no judgement from anyone if you fancy a plate of crab legs, pepperoni pizza and beef noodles with your root beer.
One of the waitresses shook my hand after a dinner at Aria- that was weird… is that a normal thing to do now? Maybe she was impressed with my original selections.
The poker is fantastic in Vegas because everyone is having a good-time. The games are brilliant and the choice of venues is unrivalled. I spent most of the time playing the $2/$5 at Bellagio, Aria and Wynn as that was the best game for me but if you fancy a change of scenery its never more than a 5-10 minute walk to the next casino.
The biggest difference between playing poker in London and in Vegas is that when you get chips the cashier and chip-runners will try to drown you in small-value chips. I have a theory that this is done because the average person that watches poker sees those large chipstacks in the TV tournaments and want to be like those guys- so I guess its good for the game.
Also string-betting (betting with the chips in more than one motion) is allowed there so that’s another reason for wanting some more smaller chips. I’d suggest you don’t get too used to it though as when you get back to London you might make a mistake and get penalised by being forced to call or min-raise in a crucial pot. It is the poker equivalent of driving on the left-hand side of the road in Europe all holiday and then doing the same back home and causing a pile-up outside Heathrow.
Lastly, regarding the flight… have you ever been bothered by the person sitting next to you on the plane for 10 hours straight? I have, but don’t worry because I have devised a solution!
Nothing says ‘I don’t need any friends’ with finesse quite like a set of Magic: The Gathering cards™. Bonus points awarded if you can lock in a fellow traveller with the dangerous weak bladder/ window seat combo. Also a copy of ALIVE by Piers Paul Read never fails to set the right tone. Just remember to tell the air hostess that you are ‘not done’ with your plastic cutlery when they take away your rubbish whilst looking your fellow passenger in the eye and licking your lips.
JoeyCraigProTip: There are no baked-beans ANYWHERE in Vegas (sell Heinz on the strip to boost your bankroll $$$!)