Holy crap. What a weekend.
We arrived at about 2am Saturday morning because the crazy headwinds Friday night almost blew us to London. Sat down at a 2-4 no limit Texas Hold 'Em table at 2:30am. With only small breaks for food and naps, we basically played straight through until about 3am Monday morning.
Yes, I lost money, maybe $300. No shame in it; we were playing at Binions, formerly the Horseshoe, the capitol of poker in Vegas. Put it this way: playing poker at Binions is like going to a Catholic church service at the Vatican. Before last year (before the sale that turned the Horseshoe into Binions), all the World Poker Tour championships were played in the Binion's poker room.
None of my losses came all at once. I'd sit with $200 and leave with $180 after a ten hour session. Sit with $200 and leave with $150 after a twelve hour session. I was up $200 at one point. Starting Saturday afternoon, though, I got a frozen rope at lasted until my final hand.
No shame in it. I played against guys on the tour, guys who had been playing for decades, and one Japanese lady who had her "I-don't-know-how-to-play-giggle-oh-look-I-just-flopped-another-flush" style of play down to a fool-the-drunks science.
...and anyway, I made most of those losses back in a miraculous half hour at a Blackjack table across the street in the Nugget. My friend made more than $500 by doubling down with everything he had. He got two aces, and the dealer dropped two tens on top of those. God loves him. I did about half as well.
Screw the strip. Old Vegas is the place to go. What total and complete fun. I held my own in Poker Valhalla for more than 30 hours. It was awesome.