Vegas baby, let's blog....

Welp finished up a couple of Vegas shows, trip surely started off well, went real bad, then drunk, then drunk, then should be drunker, then can't sleep.

Drove up Thursday night after working 8 hours then going to the gym. We left S.D. around 8, and got in Vegas round 12:30. We immediately went ot Cesar's Palace and played some poker. I was doing ok chipping up here and there, ran up to about 700$ or so then hit a huge hand. I flopped a set, another lady had an over pair, and a dude flopped an open ended straight flush draw. She went all in, I went all in, and so did he. I can't really blame his play. Anyways there is probably 900 to 1000$ in the pot. The turn is safe, but the river is an ace. Sweet the dude gets his straight, and the lady gets the side pot. So I go from basically up 1000$ to even. I have no luck in life. Anyways, we leave after a little while. I'm up probably 200$ or so. We walk by a blackjack table and I drop 200$ on a hand and win. Sweet I'm up 400$ let's call it a night. Nah that's too responsible. Well to be honest I was done, but Billy wanted to keep playing. He was stuck a little money. He wants me to play blackjack for him. I really didn't want to, but of course I'm pretty drunk at this point, and have been up for over 24 hours, so f word let's do it. I run his money up a little bit then see a high count on the deck. Meaning basically there is a good chance I'll get a good hand. So I throw 200$ down. The other people at the table and the dealer basically laugh at me. I lose that hand. Couple hands later I take anther show, 300$ dowm frigin lose that too. The dealer again laughs and in turn insults my play. When I made all the money playing blackjack before I didn't hit a lot of hands the book says you should. The reason I'm putting so much oney down is because I think high cards are going to come. I'd much rather stay on 14 instead of busting and having no chance. Welp I'm down to my last 400$ and throw that on a hand, fucking lost that too. I mean it's crazy how much money I played playing blackjack before and how extremely unlucky I am now. It literally is depressing and mathematically impossible to lose as many hands as I do. So I went from up 400$, to down 500$ in the matter of 15 minutes. Booze + peer pressure = good game hard earned money. Anyways after that shit show we went in the car and slept for a few hours.

The next 10 hours or so are basically a blur. We slept for a little bit then got up and gambled some more. As much as I didn't want to I took out money from the atm, another 500$, well plus 7 fricking bucks in charges... crazy. Anyways I lend Billy 100$, which I'll probably never see again as he'll say I lost his 100$. That is basically why I never gamble for people. They love you when you win, but feel you owe them the money if you lose. Anways we play some more poker, I'm clearly too drunk and pissed off to be playing. I basically get no hands, then get impatient and throw away another 400$. There was a disgusting women at the table that made 2 awful calls on me. One of the main reason I can't play poker is I can't stand the people. That and I can't resist free drinks. Anyways after this we head over to the Hard Rock and nap for a little bit. I really have no idea how much sleep we got or how much we drank, but that and losing money basically put me in a trance.

After we nap we head over to the first Vegas show. It was about a 15 minute drive from the hotel. The place was in a vintage clothing show that had a stage area to the right. It was a pretty neat venue. There was a good amount of people. A lot were to see a SD comic who's birthday it was. I was suppose to go 2nd, but as he brought so many people I gotta bite the bullet. I really have no problem with it. I and the crowd was clearly too drunk for me to do polished jokes. I basically talked to the crowd for the most part and tried to be funny that way. I did ok, nothing to brag about but under the circumstances I can't complain. I then just sat down drank some more beer and ate pizza. The fact we didn't really eat all dat probably didn't help either. Jesus dog farts are disgusting, random I know but I'm at my buddies place and his little Frasier dog keeps farting. I keep hitting him, but I don't even think he realizes why. Anyways, a bunch of people were going out after, but I was in no shape or mental state to move onto more public events. I feel kinda bad looking back as Christian had to basically bring me and Billy back. He's definately a good comic and friend.

Anyways I wake up the next morning with blood on my pillow, had a little bloody nose throughout the night. I guess drinking and not sleeping isn't good for your body. So we wake up only to find out there is no hot water in the Hard Rock Hotel. Sweet. Luckily I didn't pay for the room, otherwise I'd be pissed. The other guys did there own thing and I headed over to my buddies place who lives in Vegas. I had told him about the show a few weeks back, but lost his phone number. I scrambled a little bit and located it. He was at the dog park, so I took the time to hit up the gym. We then grabbed some lunch and took it easy until my show that night. For some reason they wanteds to leave pretty early. I knew the place was going to be a dive bar, but they felt the need to leave. We get there and the smell of cigarette smoke consumes you. It's so crazy there are still places you can smoke at. We sit at the bar for a little while until the promoters of the show arrive. They are cool. Little whacky, but I expected that. They were telling me about a show they do on Friday nights that's in the back of a sex house. That is frigin comedy. Anyways there ended up being maybe 15 people in the crowd. The were listening but that is a hard sell. There was actually a reporter there that one of my cousins sent to the show. So not only am I doing a show in Vegas in front of probably the smallest crowd I've ever done, but I have the pressure to impress a lady that has never seen me live before. I did ok. My jokes did ok. Wasn't my best show that's for sure. The lady didn't really talk to me after other than, "you should take the mic away from your mouth." So I'm wondering how the article will come out. I did my best I guess, probably I could have had a tighter set, who knows. Well after there I was pretty exhausted. They wanted to go out but I wasn't really in the mood. We stopped at one place who was clearly having a Grease Lightning convention and then headed back. I made a drink, ate some food and tried to sleep. It wasn't easy as my buddies place is 85 degrees and he has 2 frickin dogs that dont stop whining. That frickin farting Frasier dog kept trying to sleep on my lap. Welp going to hang for a little bit then head to the gym and then the strip for more poker. Hopefully I can make a little back, otherwise I may be heading back to SD tonight.