I just got home a short while ago. I will have to send some emails, and make some calls for many of the trip details, but I will give you some quick tidbits. Lunch at Mon Ami Gabi, good enough to do it again. That horrid smell is still in front of Bally's. Do they rent space to out of work circus animals or something? I want to know who the marketing genious is that put Cinnabon and Starbucks right next to each other at the SLC airport. An hour and twenty minutes is quite a long time to sit still while jacked up on icing and frappacinos. Cash games bad. Tourneys much better. Having breakfast before going to bed is a sure sign of buffoonery. Placing 3rd in a tourney does not excuse standing up the crew. I also believe it's not a good reason to put a poker bounty on my head. Everybody wanted that fifty bucks. The room manager even moved me around the tourney tables to give everybody a shot. Bastards. From what I saw, Mikey will look pretty sweet in the pink shirt offered up in the Cindy-rella Madness competition. DocAl is finally going through puberty. This crew can party. How nobody or nothing got launched off the penthouse balcony is a mystery to me. At the tourney, Sin showed up wearing a spiked dog collar, being lead around by sanonafresurfer. Carole, an IP poker dealer asked if she lost a bet. My answer? "No, I am pretty sure she won the bet." Del Friscos Double Eagle Steakhouse. Nothing wrong with that place. Angy went out on a limb and hooked everybody up with the party, and with discounted rooms for many attendees. Props to her, and all she did for everyone. Only about 351 days to dry the liver and get ready for next year. Mark your calendars. Keeping tradition, and not letting the tourney details out of the bag, somebody did win the bounty. Had I won the tourney, all that money would go to the dealers. In a gracious act of pure class, the bounty winner still gave the money to the dealers.