The post below is a trip report from jewdonk from NWP what a greta guy jewdonk is, I wish him all the best in his new venture in las vegas. I am sure everything will work out for you in las vegas marty
A few months ago I realized what deep down inside I think already knew.
Which is that Sacramento is a dead end cow town with virtually zero opportunity, populated with white trash, disgruntled state workers and other assorted cretins. There is no night life, only a handful of decent restaurants..and in a nut shell, the town is a swirling, sucking, eddy of despair with bad traffic and no culture.
I am entitled to issue this commentary because I was unfortunate enough to have been born and raised there. It used to be a quaint little town when I was a kid, but sadly over the years it has become a minority melting pot and it seems like everyone is miserable.
Regardless…
Eight days ago, I was living in a small guest house doing landscaping work in exchange for free rent and scouring the help wanted ads for a suitable temporary profession and not having much luck at all. The weather was rotten and the job prospects bleak to say the least, and I found myself gradually slipping into a depressed state of mind.
I have a sales background, and most of the positions being advertised were either ‘all commission’ or with some shitty hourly base and I made up my mind right then and there in a Jim Beam induced epiphany to get the fuck out of Dodge, pack my shit and come to Vegas again.

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I say ‘again’, because I moved here 3 years ago. But it didn’t exactly go as planned.
I got arrested on the freeway right next to the strip on my 3rd day in town for a 10 year old bench warrant in Tonopah, Nevada.
You see, back in 1995 when I was still working as a merchant marine…I paid cash for a Mustang 5.0 GT in Philadelphia and decided to drive cross country. I drove head first into a speed trap in Tonopah city limits doing 70, crumpled up my ticket as soon as I signed it, and thought to myself ‘I’ll never come back to this shit-bag town ever again’
Just never thought it would come back to haunt me 10 years later.
Needless to say, I had a great view of the Bellagio from the back seat of a Nevada State Police cruiser in handcuffs as they hauled me off to the Clark County Detention Center, impounded my BMW and locked my ass up for 5 days in probably the worst jail in the United States of America.
Bailing myself out, re-insuring and registering my car in Nevada, and getting it out of impound was a crippling blow to my sparse bankroll, and I spent the next several months trying to claw my way out of the financial abyss to no avail.
After a few months behind the eight ball, I threw in the towel and came crawling back home to Suckramento with my tail between my legs spending the last 2+ years of my life trying to figure out what went wrong and how to get back on track.
Which brings us to the present day

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Last Friday late, I packed up the C70 and hit the road at 2 AM for the 10 hour drive to the desert with my dog by my side riding shotgun. Stocking up on plenty of Red Bulls and packing more than a half ounce of California’s finest…I set the cruise control at 70, and settled in for the long 600 mile drive.
The sun was coming up over the horizon to the East as I stared through a bug splattered windshield in the Mohave desert, and I pulled off the road behind a gas station that seemed out of place amidst the sprawling emptiness and reclined for a much needed power nap before the last leg of the trip.
I pulled up Las Vegas Blvd at about 11 AM on Friday morning, and immediately checked into a ‘pet friendly’ motel walking distance from the MGM Grand which was surprisingly inexpensive, clean, and served as the perfect place to decompress and evaluate my options and review plans for the coming weeks.

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The one major handicap I have been burdened with (by choice) is lugging around the 50 pounds of raw energy we all know as Winnie. It’s not easy being a dog owner, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Where I go , she goes…period. So the first order of business was finding a place with a backyard.
I mean it’s not realistic to shack up in some hotel room, and leave her sitting around alone while I go whoop it up in strip clubs and poker rooms without a care in the world. So I started scanning craigslist share rentals for a nice place..and well, I have to say I hit the jackpot.
Found a great place about a mile from the Wynn, walking distance from the Palms with a huge backyard. My roommate is very laid back, but the best part is that he has this gigantic 120 pound doberman pinscher.
Normally I am concerned about her getting into fights, Winnie is a brawler, but when she ran into ‘Kane’ she got severely owned. It’s pretty clear who the ‘Alpha’ is in this household. Regardless, we both couldn’t be happier in our present situation.

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Now most of this first week back in Las Vegas for me has been trying to take care of business before tearing up the strip and cutting loose , but Superbowl Sunday was a different story lol
I left my car back at the motel because I knew I was going to get shitfaced, took the short walk over to MGM Grand about 1 o’ clock and got on the list for the 1/2 NL game and waited for kickoff pounding as many drinks I could get my hands on.
For the first hour and a half, I was ordering a fresh cocktail every time the waitress dropped one off…because quite honestly the service in the poker room sucked. They only had two skanks in skirts with protruding cleavage working the entire room, and it was pissing me off because I wanted to get plowed and they weren’t making it easy.

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Anyway it took an eternity, but after about 5 Jim and Cokes I was lubed up nicely and settled into some poker without a care in the world. I have played some pretty juicy 200 NL games in my life, but imagine a table full of recreational players getting toasted within 30 feet of the MGM sportsbook on Superbowl Sunday at a 1/2 game lol, I mean do the math for yourself. I was drunk off my ass at this point and still managed to triple my buy in about 2 hours.
The dealer was a condescending douche and at one point called the floor on me after I had flopped two pair on a 10/5/Q board, I lead out and some guy shoves on me. I go into the tank (I had 10/5os) and wanted to show the guy all in my cards. The dealer is warning me he would kill the pot if I showed and I am like fuck that..he is all in I can show him if I want to. ‘you are wrong’ . The snotty dealer calls the floor over and he says the same thing…I was completely looped at this point (working on my 8th or 9th Jim and Coke) and when he walks away I say ‘he is wrong too’ and then an authoritive ‘I call’ and flip over my two pair almost defiantly
I stack the guy who had K/J and whiffed, rack my chips and stagger to the cashier to cash out flipping a single one dollar chip at the dealer and fire off an in your face ‘peace out’
The guy I stacked was the jock douche bag sitting directly under the TV >

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OK well there is a lot more I could talk about, but I will say that I am stoked to be here. A fresh start is always good for the soul and I feel more at home in Las Vegas than just about anywhere. What a perfect place for a poker degenerate. I mean it doesn’t get much better than this when you think about it. This town has literally hundreds of terrific restaurants, shows, all kinds of different things to do. Hot chicks everywhere. Tits and ass in your face wherever you look. I feel like a kid in a candy store again.
This is an ongoing trip report of course, but I think you get the idea for whats in store