Trips in May

In my last entry I mentioned the planned Borgata trip for Friday with my housemates. How'd it go? As Jay and I would later say, it was quite the funky adventure.

Phil drove us all in his car down to AC, which was an event in itself. Why? Well, we were all still pretty sore from playing football on Thursday, and here we were making an hour long drive in possibly the smallest car in the history of the world (so small in fact that my feet were trapped under the drivers seat). Not very fun, but it got the job done. Once there, we rolled into the mythical land of Borgata. Honestly, if you want your casino experience to be a good one, go to the Borgata because it's probably the nicest casino there is.

After admiring the gals and glamour, we headed for the poker room, put our names on the list, and purchased our chips. I got sat rather quickly and then it was poker time, which did not go as well as my last visit. I lost about a third of all my chips on the very first hand when I played my top pair soft and let another player catch up and hit their straight. I bought in for the remainder of my money and just grinded for the rest of the night. My success at that could be summed up with just two words: "cold deck". I kept getting marginally good hands that demanded a call, but they just weren't hitting, and when they did they were never good. I can honestly say that I didn't lose to anything less than trips for most of the night. Bottom pair kept hitting trips, and flushes and straights kept catching on the river. It wasn't till the very end of the night, when I was down to my final $85 out of my starting $300, that my hands started to hold up and I was able to make a few plays and claw my way back to even.

When it was all said and done, I lost about $30, really not bad at all considering the abysmal cards and beats I was getting. By the time I left the table, it was almost two in the morning, and Phil, John and Jason had already left for Philadelphia. Jay and I found our way to the bus terminal and grabbed the first bus heading home. After meeting and seeing a few rare characters, we arrived in Philly around three in the morning and hailed a cab where we listened to our Nigerian driver complain about American black people, which was hilarious. I wouldn't say the trip was a success for me (although John, Phil and Jay won some money), but it was still fun as hell.

On Saturday, a few of us went to King of Prussia to eat and the Cheesecake Factory and stop over at Bestbuy, where Sundje used his cunning ninja skills to convince me to buy that digital camera I've been wanting for probably two years now. Aside from tossing around a football or baseball, not much else happened this weekend. Here's a couple of pics if you haven't seen my house or my room here in Philly yet, enjoy.