Chris and I arrived today (Thursday) after making pretty much record time. I don’t think I’ve ever done the drive here so fast. I think we made it in seven hours and boy did I have to piss when we got here. But, no. No pissing yet. Chris needs a fucking beer. It’s 11:30 am you fuck! Ahhh, but all is cool, we wander over to the bar and proceed to celebrate our arrival by paying full fucking price for our drinks….the same drinks that are sitting on ice in my fucking cooler now being held hostage by the Bally’s bell. We’re real smart like that.

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So we get checked in….wait for the baggage to arrive….and proceed to pass out for a couple hours. Up and at ‘em. There’s poker to be played, son. I needed to wake up so I made the walk to Venetian to see if I might see Rich playing. Not really sure if he had made it yet. By the time I got to Ventetian all I could think about was the exposed summertime flesh Vegas brings out in chicks.

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Ahh…poker…Rich…Venetian…right…what was I saying, again? Ah yes, wandered into Venetian, checked out some more exposed flesh, and wandered back to Bally’s. Fuck. I forgot to look for Rich. Well, at least I got some excersise.

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I decided to sit and play at Bally’s. Bought my chips. Sat down. Rich and Donny show up. Whoa. You guys are better at finding me than I am at finding you. Then, Gary K. comes by. Jason called. He’s driving in in an RV and parking it in the Rio parking lot where he’ll stay for the weekend. Hope that air con works. Chris will pick Curt up at the airport in a few hours. Casey should be on his way soon. Art is coming. Jesus, am I forgetting anyone? Lynne will be with Casey. We’ll have a goddam army here by tomorrow night. Dave? When is Dave coming? Saturday, I think.

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Case….booby…..what did we start, brutha?

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Got bored at Bally’s and went to play at Imperial Palace for a while. Boring.

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Event #47 if you’re following along. Starts Saturday. Six of us from the league are in. How many will cash? Who knows. But, ima try, goddam, ima try.

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The cast of characters are:

Casey W. (Co-founder of this mess)

Jim G. (a.k.a. Me, a.a.k.a. co-founder of this mess, a.a.a.k.a Onaflag, a.a.a.a.k.a. God to certain Satans.)

Todd S. (a.k.a. online tilt monkey or OTM for short)

Jason L. (a.k.a. ‘The Folder’)

Chris M. (a.k.a. The FolderMaker)

Dave C. (a.k.a. Broomcorn or his uncle or some shit) (Yes, he lives)

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Wish us luck.

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Peace.

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Onaflag………..