Thank you so much for finding my "unicorn" card capper! Can't wait to check it out! Looks in great shape!!! It is very much appreciated!!Yes, it took a while for the final installment. How long have you been waiting for the last book in the Song of Fire and Ice (Game of Thrones) saga. At least I got this one out before it was made into a HBO series, in which @FordPickup92 would most certainly have Dragons. So before Benioff / Weiss can screw up the finale, I give you...
Meet in the Suite: T-0
It’s the big day! I could hardly sleep last night. It could be the anticipation of the day’s events, but it is more likely due to the gastrointestinal discomfort of eating enough food to feed a small village at the buffet last night. That alone will lead to an “event” that robo-toilet is not going to like. I guess neither one of us sleeps well.
After showering and dressing, we head to the chip convention. I’m hunting 3 chips that should be easy to find, and a few others for chippers that were not fortunate enough to make it to the convention. The chips for my collection were pretty easy to find; lightly used chips from existing or recently closed casinos. The chip I hunted for @JesterTX was a bit more difficult. He sent me a photo of it and I knew it had to be found. The situation looked dire, as rumors circulated of someone vacuuming them all up earlier in the show.
But our mystery hunter did not get them all.
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Soon I started to encounter other chippers at the convention. @Psyspher, @slisk, and then a whole barrage of PCFers. It was like a family reunion, except with people I have something in common.
Although I just want to stay, hang out, chat, and hunt for more chips, I hav0e to get back to the suite to set up for the meet. Otherwise, it will be the Meet in the Lobby. We already had the shirts done, so I have to get back. Besides, Mrs Zombie and I want to pack so that will be one thing off our mind before we check out at 3:30am. We grab a quick hot dog with @slisk250 before zip up strip to the hotel.
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I scarfed that dog down like Joey Chestnut. Thanks to Mike for picking up the tab and snapping this pic!
At the elevator I find XXXX waiting and we ride up in the elevator together.
I haven’t mentioned these elevators before. They are the most futuristic elevators ever. They are the first step toward Star Trek turbolifts. You wave your keycard near a box and it displays floors available to you. You make a decision, and it tells you which of three elevators you get in. Inside it just goes. No buttons to press. In less than 3 seconds we were on the “74th” floor.
I took the stairs one day. The 74th floor is on the 3rd floor. Nobu lies.
When we get to the room, @ekrciket and @travelgirl are already waiting outside the room, with a massive bounty of snacks and water. They seriously went over the top to make sure nobody went hungry or thirsty.
As more PCF’ers arrived more drinks appeared. To all who say PCF isn’t a community anymore, you couldn’t be more wrong. They are a gracious bunch that brought terrific bourbon, wine, vodka, beers… and while a shit ton was consumed these was still more left at the end of the night. Jesus only did Bread and Fish. PCF’ers performed the Beer and Snacks Miracle.
That would have been a much cooler bible story.
As people arrive we greet old friends and make new ones. We chat while we wait for the first PCF’er to bring chips for a cash game. I knew a number of people were talking about bringing sets, so it really is a mystery as to what sets will get in play. Slisk's Rosie's win the race, and the tables filled instantly.
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Again, this was just astonishing. The room had 6 real chairs, and one dining table.
We sat 17 for the cash games, and 18 for the tournament.
Footstools, end tables, some weird towel bench from the bathroom. An inverted waste basket! Oh sure, it may not have been as comfortable as Bobby’s Room, but everyone was having a blast. Even the people that couldn’t score a seat at the start of the tournament were entertained when someone broke out an extra topper and played ON THE FLOOR!
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I don’t care how “degen” you claim to be. Until you are playing circus games on the floor, you’re just big money in the little league.
For dinner we head to Battista’s Hole in the Wall. Special thanks to @JWC who arranged the reservations. Without reservations you just don’t get a seat in this extra-crowded Vegas, much less a seat for an entire escalator of people.
A group of birds is a flock. A group of cattle is called a herd. A group of people is called an escalator. You can look it up, or just use this example…
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I do not know why @Ben8257 is taking his shirt off. That doesn’t trouble me. @Schmendr1ck getting a close up look, does.
Everyone in that photo was in the suite plus more. To say that the air conditioning in the suite was working overtime - and losing - would be an understatement. It’s just not designed to handle an escalator of people.
…see, you already knew what I meant by an escalator of people. It's now a thing. You're welcome, English Language.
We arrived at Battista’s just moments before they were open, and the place was packed. As a joke, I was going to suggest credit card roulette to see who would pay the bill, which I’m sure was north of $800. I don’t know how much it was though… @Windwalker offered to pay the entire tab.
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I leave dinner a little early to set up the tournament. The set I brought is optimized for 16 players and can handle 22. We had 21 sign up. Talk about cutting it close!
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As mentioned, we could only manage 18 seats, so by luck of the draw 4 players has to wait as alternates. As a player busted from the tourney, the alternates were informed of how many Big Blinds they would be starting with, and given the option to play or no.
All 4 alternates got time in the seat, and none came in with less than 55 Big Blinds. One of the 4 finished second in the tourney.
I won't recap the whole tournament, as that was covered in the Meet in the Suite thread. I'd link to the thread, but it's now 37 pages long. You should be able to see the thread from space, though I might not really understand the internet.
We wrapped up the tournament shortly after midnight. By 1 am the last of our guests had left, and Mrs Zombie and I spent the next hour power-packing. Things just went into luggage without rhyme or reason. Well, one reason - under the 50 lb max before they charge you for an overweight bag. 2 bags hit the 49.2 lb mark. We wound up leaving 4 beers in the mini-fridge.
The way I see it, Nobu owes us $17 x 4 beers = $68. That ought to make hotels reconsider the prices they charge for the mini-fridge.
A little after 2 am, I set my alarm for 2:52 am. The alarm says "alarm set to go off in 48 minutes". Fuck you alarm.
We get up, power-clean ourselves, load the car, refuel the rental, return it and get to the terminal with 17 minutes to go before the plane boards. My life is filled with regret for not setting the alarm for 3:09. I could have increased my sleep by almost 40%!