Now this is the story all about how My life got flipped turned upside down And I’d like to take a minute just sit on your ass I’ll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Vegas Way down at Foxwoods on poker raised On the green felt is where I spent most of my days Check raisin’, max bets, and foldin’ all cool Playing some hold ‘em against many a fool When a couple of donks who were up to no good Started spewing chips in my neighborhood I scopped a couple of pots on boards that paired Then booked to Vegas on American Air I found the black limo when I landed there The license plate said Mirage and had dice on the mirror If anything I could say that this doesn’t suck As I spread out in the back like I don’t give a f…. We pulled up to Mirage around 7 or 8 And a tip to the driver while I yelled “that was great!” I looked at my kingdom, and tried to be gracious While I sat on my throne as the prince of Vegas (with all due respect to the Fresh Prince) Or, for those who prefer their Wills a little more classical To raise or not to raise—that is the question: Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer The ups and downs of outrageous players Or to check raise against a sea of donkeys And by raising end them. To donk, to bet No more, and by a raise to say we end The heartache and the thousand suck outs That donks are prone to. ‘Tis a poker dream Devoutly to be wished. To donk, to bet To bet perchance to win, ay there’s the rub That’s right, it’s that time again. Once again Basil is underway to the land of the desert gamble. Well, right now, Basil is more accurately on his way to Phoenix for a day of work meetings tomorrow, but will be able to duck out for a 4pm local flight, which then lands in Vegas at… 4pm (time zones are weird….). (Basil also really needs to stop referring to himself in the third person). The plan is staying at the Mirage, meeting Ford there once again. The host has arranged for limo pickup (SWEET!!) and we need two beds, so options are limited, but we should have one of the few tower king rooms that actually have two queen beds. Also have VIP lounge access (yay morning coffee). Only a couple of plans at this point: Friday (and hopefully Sunday) will be the $600, $250k guarantee tourney at the Wynn. Also planning on Saturday morning brunch at Border grill: we have reservations (but we’re going anyway… *rimshot*) Beyond that, VP porn, food porn, poker porn, Apothecary Shoppe… porn? Hopefully no porn porn as the wife may be reading this thread. The countdown is on, 4 ½ hours to go to Phoenix.