'Twas the night before Vegas, when all through the house Only Basil was stirring, but quiet, like mouse; The bankroll was packed in carry on with care, In hopes that more money soon would be there. The wife and the daughter were all snug in bed While visions of handpays danced in my head. With wife in her jammies, I pulled on my coat For a smoke and more dreaming- Win enough for a boat! When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang to the door to see what was the matter. Out onto the porch I flew like a flash But tripped on the threshold, came down with a crash. The new streetlight outside made it bright as the day As I picked myself up and stood with a sway. When what to my wondering eyes did appear, But a Mirage limo stocked full of beer! With a gentleman driver all dressed in a tux I knew in a moment that none of this sucks. Quick as a flash, we started our trip When magically we found ourselves driving the Strip: “There’s Cosmo, and Aria, Bellagio, too! Some Slappers and hookers, and Winnie the Pooh? To Yardbird, to Tag, to Rhumbar galore! The Henry and Still, Wicked Spoon and more!” To the Mirage the limo finally pulled up With bellhop all smiling, I took my beer in a cup; To the VIP check-in I went with a smile But no luggage? Oh well, I’ll hit Miracle Mile. Deeply I breathed in that distinctive smell Hawaiian tropic and smokes with a faint hint of Prell? With a tip to the clerk, to my new room I rose And started my trip (to continue in prose). But suddenly my vision! It went out of focus And I realized this all was some dream hocus-pocus Some voices I heard as I awoke at home with a fright “Happy Vegas to all, and we’ll see you tonight!” It’s that time again! The annual (ok… twice a year for the last few years) Vegas trip is finally here! Once again, time for poker, bourbon, VP, handpays, food porn, high card flush, degeneracy, debauchery, and delights both foreign and domestic! The Players Basil- once again, your host for our little shared journey. Project manager for an online investment firm by day, poker playing degen by night (and weekends… and days off. Sometimes also on a quiet afternoon….) Ford- Fellow poker player, retired young. Despite living 15 minutes away, have barely seen him recently thanks to me being WAY too busy at work The Bankroll- that oh-so fickle mistress Various bartenders, cocktail waitresses, dealers, marks, sharks, degens, tourists, families walking too slow and blocking sidewalks, hucksters, con men, freaks, and other assorted Vegas detritus Location American Airlines- Providence to O’Hare, O’Hare to Vegas- 1st class thanks to miles, but a 3 hour layover ☹ Mirage- home base, truly the mirage in the desert. Since we need two beds, suite wasn’t an option, but the host told me that there are a few tower rooms with 2 queen beds, so hopefully that’s where we end up. She also coded me for the VIP lounge, so no waiting in line for coffee in the morning Wynn- home of the Wynn poker classic: planning to play the last event of the series, the $600 $250k guaranteed Downtown- that place I keep saying I’m going to see, but never actually do. However, now that I know about Carson Kitchen, hope to actually make it down there The next nor’easter is on the way hitting us tomorrow when I fly. But, I have an early flight out, and storm isn’t supposed to hit until the afternoon, so fingers crossed. Thanks to all for keeping me entertained with Vegas stories for the rest of the year, and consider this report my way of repaying everyone.