Travel Blog (Vegas Adventure 16)


So I heard about this place in Vegas to get a good cut. With poker players from around the world coming to Vegas, some for 6-8 weeks at a time, many of them need a cut or two while they are here.

I was told to check out “High Rollers” which offers a premium cut with a premium experience. They cut anything but do seem to specialize in the old school styles like the undercut. 


Walking in, the first thing you notice is the decor. Martin, the owner says they had bought the shop back in Feb 2012. 

Since then, some celebrities of sorts have been patrons of the shop.

Bryce Harper used to come here for a buzz. (A signed jersey and bat are hung on the wall)

One of the first things the winner of the first WSOP Colossus did was get a haircut here. 


These dudes at pretty cool and chill. They take their time and the conversations are interesting. A chiropractor came in and chatted about his band and the local bar scene. They give some serious attention to each patron. At one point, the man on the right started playing guitar as he waited for his next appointment. 

My haircut lasted 50 minutes, which is 40 minutes longer than my usual places in San Antonio.

It was well worth it.

It was an appointment day ($30 per cut) and I was a walk in which they usually only take on the back half of the week ($20 per cut). On their website they list all the packages.

If I lived in Vegas I would consider becoming a patron full time. If you are in town, and need a trim, consider stopping in.

Travel Blog (Vegas Adventure Part 15)


It happens every night in Vegas in every casino. Most of the time it is at the bar. Other times, they are called to people’s rooms (lower end surprise pricing). For the wealthy, everything is prearranged. 

It is fairly easy to spot. 

If you see a dressed up woman at a bar alone, constantly checking her phone and the bartender isn’t really trying to press them to chat as if they have seen them 100 times before, they are likely a hooker. 

If you see some nice looking younger women dressed to the nines, talking to an older, slightly pudgy man in a suit from India, China, or remarkably distinct nationality, between midnight and 3am in Las Vegas, they are a hooker.

If you see a man in their 60s with a cute blonde in her 20s, holding hands in Vegas, come on, that isn’t her grand daddy.

In my 8 days here, I’ve only been approached once. Last year I was approached once, almost to the point getting intercepted after taking an alternate path to avoid them. 

Last night, I was playing poker at a certain place and we all watched the negotiation commence from afar. The girl in white was aggressive as a leopard. We don’t know the pricing she was quoting him but he was toiling with the idea. It isn’t too often this man from Indian descent was probably away from his wife long enough to get a quickie and blame it on gambling losses. 

He walked away.

Then the woman in white turned and said something again, presumably a counter offer.

He returned to negotiations. 

We don’t know what the exact terms were. We think they were working in pairs and offering a three some at a cost of at least a thousand each due to their looks. 

Mr.Indian businessman toiled with it for 10 minutes, then finally decided to walk away.

Then the poker room peanut gallery shouted and yelled that he should have taken the deal, shocking the man thinking he was incognito. 

He shook his finger at us, when really, he should take a long look in the mirror.

Travel Blog (Vegas Adventure Part 14)


Vegas is a city where dreams go to die. 

In the old days, when the Mob ran the Vegas, there was a saying that if you went broke, the casino would ensure you would get home by buying you a bus ticket. 

When the corporations and suits took over Vegas, things changed. Nobody gives a shit about the homeless and those that lose everything, not even the city. 

This is sad. 

In a city that millions are wagered, and some high rollers bet as much as $100k on a hand, just outside, literally on the bridge between the opulent Palazzo and the Wynn, there was one homeless woman begging for money, and another who evidently had turned in for the night and decided to sleep on the there. 

Go down the escalator and enter the Wynn promenade and you can buy Rolex and Loius Vuitton and Chanel, and just outside people are destitute. 

Back when I used to live in Vegas, I saw all sorts of stuff. I lived behind the strip for 3 months as I was trying to close on my house. 

There is a huge homeless problem surrounding the strip with people suffering all kinds of addictions and bad turns in life. 

In fact, they estimate 2000 people actually live in the storm drain tunnels beneath Las Vegas. 

I know, because I have seen it. When people lost their homes in the housing collapse, some people even moved their entire furniture sets inside. They sleep at night and come out in the day and roam the strip. You’ll see them scavenging casinos looking for dropped money or tickets. They hand out those club tickets and ask for a donation. 

Some efforts are made by charities to get folks on their feet, but many don’t break the cycle. 

And sadly, many are vets. 

Here is one story I have, from my first week in Vegas in 2008. I was at chipotle next to Harrahs and a homeless man with torn up clothing, bloodshot eyes, was hogging the corner table just outside. He watched as a woman was done with her burrito bowl and she tossed it in the garbage. 

The homeless/drugged man then walked inside and reached in and grabbed the remainder of her bowl from the trash. He took it outside and mumbled to himself and ten started eating it with his fingers as tourists walked by. 

The next time you are in Vegas take a look, the homeless are not as invisible as you may think.

Travel Blog (Vegas Adventure Part 11)

I saw a show.

Cliche?

At the Wynn, with each room comes a ticket to “Showstoppers” which I guess is a Broadway greatest hits of sorts. I’m not exactly a fan of musicals, but was told that I might as well check it out for free. 

So I headed down to the casino from my room and walked up to the ticket center. 


I asked a couple people in line if they had seen it. It was around 10 minutes prior to show start and I was not sure if I wanted to commit that much time to this experience. 

Then I met who I call “The Excited Man in the Safari Hat.” He was noticeably excited and couldn’t contain it. He said if I loved Broadway that I would love the show, because it is just the hit numbers. I guess translating that to stage play speak that is like a dinner of all deserts. 

He said this not realizing I don’t even recognize what a hit number is, outside of movie adaptations.

The guy was decked out with a backpack as if he had been on a hike. A large blue water bottle hung from his pack. 

Based on his demeanor he looked like he came to Vegas just for this show.

Then the lady behind him chimed in. “It’s great, I’ve seen it 3 times. What’s wrong? Why is your nose scrunched up?” 

I said I had a free ticket and they agreed I should give it a chance.


My seat was in the 4th row but all the way to the edge. This made my getaway plan feasible. 


Do you want concessions? I guess this works the same way as a movie? The prices were about the same.


There is a balcony for those who want a higher view.


The theater is a pretty good size. It might be a little smaller than the Penn and Teller show I last saw.


The show began with the main singers opening it up. I didn’t know what to make of it. They were well dressed and sounded pretty good to me. 

I think this was the Cabaret set. This is where I noticed how hard the performers were working. Everyone on stage has a role to play. The smiles were all at max capacity, cuz I was so close to the stage I was almost trying to spot if they got tired enough to break a smile and take a deep breath. From my seat I could even see the little wig-lines on their foreheads.


This was a Vegas set of some sort and I have no idea what the songs were, but I did like the lighted signs. A few of them had to dance and sing on top of those benches and I closely watched if any of them got close to stepping off.


I did recognize the songs from Grease. There are 66 performers in the show and they are all giving it their best on a Monday night. 


This was some number I don’t know. People seemed to like it and the balloon popping. They did this spinning feather move that was pretty cool though one girl totally messed up a little. 


They had a pretty nice set from Chicago. I mean, I am not a theater guy, but watching the girls dressed in very little dance was pretty entertaining to me, despite the music being about how they all killed some dudes. 


The show ends in a line dance of some sort. I guess this is popular, or was at some point in theater history?


The crowd loved it. I was a little confused to what I had just watched. My observation is the quality of the performers are top notch and they all work their asses off each night. Some of the singers are especially good. Good on them. 

As for me, it was only 90 mins and I didn’t walk out. 

Travel Blog (Vegas Adventure Part 10)


Want to hear a poker story? 

I mean, I’m playing a crap ton of poker and have not talked about it much. I play all sorts of games but focus primarily at 2-5 NL poker and sometimes 5-10.  This year, however I’ve been playing 1-3 for fun as I wait for tournaments. 

Yesterday, I drove to the rio at 8am and the place was empty as hell, so I sat at 1-3 to wait for the 2am deep stack tournament. 

I bought in for 300 and after an hour and around 500 then was down to 300 then back up to 500, mostly because I call a ton of pots. At 1-3, why not?

I lost a big pot to one guy who called my all in (I had the top set) and he an an open ended straight draw, and hit the river Ace to win after the money was all in.

So maybe 30 minutes later, I was dealt pocket Kings in the middle position. I simply flat called the 3 bucks to which someone else raised it to $12 and I simply called that and 4 players saw the flop. I was third to act.

The flop was K-8-5 with two clubs on the board. 

I bet $25 (half pot) and everyone called. 

The turn card was a red 10, so I still had the top hand. 

With around $150 in the pot, the first guy checked, the second guy checked, I bet $80 (half pot) and the last position called, the first position called, then the second guy (straight draw guy) shoved all-in with $300 or so. 

I then shoved all in, for around the $450 I had left. I still had the top hand. 

Then the third position, said “whatever” and shoved all in with around $400. 

Then the guy first to act waited 30 seconds and moved all in with $500. 

I was ahead but had a bunch of bad cards that could screw me.

The river was a red 2. I had the nuts.

Seat one flipped a Ace-4 of clubs for a missed flush draw. The second seat flopped a set of 8s. The fourth seat mucked his cards.

So there I was. Raking in a $1500 pot on a 1-3 game.

And all of it happened because I didn’t push my kings hard before the flop. 

I played another hour and left for the pool. 

Travel Blog (Vegas Adventure Part 9)


Above was a pretty darn tasty Korean Fried Chicken Burrito at the Venetian. When you play poker you usually get a couple bucks in comps every hour you play. Most properties have some sort of comp per hour system.

Thus far I’ve had 4-5 meals at the Venetian and paid zero, except some cash tips given to the hard working folks who wheel out the food.

The dish above was tomato, basil, chicken, mozzarella dish of some sort. I usually order this the most of any dish on the menu.

The dish above is a chicken and shrimp jambalaya. It’s was good, however there was maybe too much green peppers for a jambalaya.
The crispy caramel chicken is also good, especially considering that it is wheeled out to the poker tables. And especially with beers coming every 10 minutes, it is hard not to love playing poker at the Venetian. 

With the $10 parking fee at MGM properties, where else would I play? They are essentially taking away poker comps at MGM in a way. I usually would split time between Aria and Venetian, but it looks like the new awesome poker room at Encore will have to take that spot. 

Travel Blog (Vegas Adventure Part 8)


So I was playing poker on Friday when Allegiant Airlines called me and said that my booking at the Palazzo was bumped.

Hmm.

I don’t know how this happens. They said rooms often get overbooked, so I just went with it. Allegiant Airlines apologized for the inconvenience and offered me to move me to the Cosmopolitan (more expensive hotel) or the Wynn Tower Suite (more expensive package) and they would cover the difference.

Pretty sweet. 


So I went to check in, and discovered when I got to the desk (Sunday morning is busiest check-in day due to all the check-outs and waits going on according to the employee) that I went to the wrong area, the resort check-in instead of the tower check in, which is by the south entrance.

What makes the tower better? No resort fees (score). Complimentary breakfast (score). Access to the VIP pool. I think every room comes with a free ticket to “showstoppers” the musical. There is twice a day service to the room. 


So that is the hallway up to my room. A noticeable difference than what I had been crashing at on my daily Priceline checks. 


My room is pretty nice. Everything is color coordinated. There are automatic curtains and lights. The ceilings are high and the air smells great. This has to be the most comfortable bed I’ve ever stayed in at a hotel. I slept through 3 alarms because I slept so good. 

The room is furnished with a little seating area and desk. Other hotels might have this but the quality is considerably higher here too. (On the strip, I’ve stayed at Monte Carlo, New York New York, Tropicana, Mandalay Bay, and the Palms) 

The bathroom is the nicest I’ve been in at a hotel in Vegas: Double marble sinks, large bathtub with a tv in the bathroom, with a complimentary tub of items that blows other places away.  

Of course there is the snack bar. If it’s late, and you are hungry, you can simply snack there instead of walking your ass to CVS to save a few bucks. On average it was around $7-9 for most of the items. 

That’s me laying down with the curtains opened. 

Out my window, I could see the pool down below. The VIP area is the higher level. The pool is heated to keep it around 80 degrees or so year around. 
Looking up from there is the Wynn Golf course. Looks pretty nice to me. There were not too many golfers when I looked. 

More to come on the stay here as the week goes. Wynn is an awesome hotel, and Allegiant was pretty awesome for making up the difference and putting me at the Wynn Tower Suites.