So much for using this phone in the heat of battle with bullets flying past and extreme elements pushing the phone to the brink: the phone was no match for the front pockets of my Gap khakis.
Those were the things I carried in Vegas. It was a balmy 110 degrees when we left, but there were clouds throughout the week and I even heard a rumor that it rained while I was buried in the Harrah’s poker room Friday night.
If you’re in Vegas, don’t miss The Buffet at Bellagio. You’ll pay $30 for it, but it is by far the best buffet I’ve ever eaten at. Try the Chicken Wellington and buffalo tipped steak. If you’re looking for some alternative poker games, Paris has a nice little poker room in the middle of things with nightly Omaha tournaments. I really liked the ambiance of the Paris casino over many of the other places that seemed to run together.
While in the air to and from Vegas, my good friend Mark Scalia and I were able to get some reading done. He finished The Professor, The Banker, and The Suicide King en route and One of a Kind on the return flight. Both are great looking poker books if you’re looking for an interesting read. The first book tells tales of ultra-high-stakes poker games where people literally throw down millions. The ladder is the story of card legend Stuey Ungar.
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