Vegas Baby. Part Deux.
Where Vegas is involved hilarity ensues. What, with gambling, strippers, prostitutes, booze, friends, and free time... how could it not?
Favorite Moment #1 - Mr. Stone Face
It is 6:00am and I have been up for 22 hours playing poker off and on. The MGM is my new host at this hour, switching from the Excal. I am sitting at one of two 1/2 NL games running in the overly quiet poker room. I sit down in the 4-seat and just after I sit, another young gambler sits in the 3-seat. After about 15 minutes, we both notice that the gentlemen in the 9-seat has not changed his facial expression the entire time we've been sitting. Not ONE tick, no smile, no grimmace, no anything. This guy has lost a big pot on a suck-out, won a few large pots and is sitting about even... but never a change in expression. STONE.
So, I turn to the fellow at my right who I've been punch-drunkenly chatting with and in a hushed voice say, "I bet you 5 bucks I can get Mr. Stone Face to crack a smile within the next ten minutes". He pauses, glances at Stone, smiles and says, "No way you can do it, I'll take that bet". After four minutes of cracking jokes and one-liners, I can tell the guy is softening, so I go for the kill. I tell the story of favorite moment #2 and Stone laughs and cracks a half-smile. The 3-seat slides me red chip, I say thankyou and then we explain the bet to the curious table. The dealer is forced to stop shuffling because the table, including him, was rolling so hard from hearing the prop bet.
Favorite Moment #2 - Six Down, Four To Go
I step off the plane and get in the taxi line, turn on some classic rock on my ipod, and stare at the hard bodies snaking through the metal ropes. I finally reach the front after about thirty minutes and report to taxi slot 4. As my taxi stops, I take a quick look at the cabbie, do I want the front seat for some conversation or the back for some normality? Naturally, I'm in a good mood and this guy looks interesting, so I go with the front? After a few minutes of UFC talk, he starts talking about prostitutes and this is when i knew the trip would be awesome.
The cabbie, smoking a cigarette, says, "The other night i stopped along the strip and a hooker got in for a ride across to another hotel. I had just rolled up the windows and after she was in for few seconds, the stink hit me. It was raw sex, I mean raw. So, I look back and the bitch is sitting in the middle of the back seat with her legs wide open. So I say, 'hey, can you close your legs?, its smelling up my whole cab' and the lady of the night responds, 'Hey buddy, what do you want me to do?, I just got banging six guys and I got four more to go before my night is through'"

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