I was just wondering if anyone had any idea on what locations will be used as shuttle pick up spots this year. Granted I experienced the shit show that was last year staying at Excalibur and taking the MGM shuttle. However this year my friend and I are staying at the Fremont Hotel and Casino and will be needing them again. I just want to know as much as I can before I frantically buy tickets and a shuttle pass because I am so excited to go back home! Thanks everyone!
Just noticed this fun little detail in the Mr. Tillman music video - the Mint Hotel & Casino, though long gone from Fremont St., was the hotel Hunter S. Thompson stayed at in his famous “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas”
Anyone here use Vacations Hawaii for their Vegas trips?
I live here on Oahu and am hopefully going to be able to travel to Vegas in the summer or early fall of 2021. I normally use a discount travel site like Expedia or Trivago to book my trips. I have never used a travel agency before. I was looking at the Vacations Hawaii website and noticed their Vegas packages for five nights run around $800-$850 a person. I then looked on both Expedia and Trivago and found the same packages for the California Hotel and Fremont for cheaper, around $650-$700 a person. I believe the packages are non guided and you do your own activities. The agency just arranges flights and hotel room, and provides shuttle service and luggage drop off to your hotel room. I know there is a coupon book, but not sure if I would make use of it, as I like to casino hop and normally eat and occasionally gamble in whatever casino I feel like visiting. Would you say that the Vacations Hawaii packages are worth it?
A very good friend of mine is getting married in Vegas on New Year's. He asked me to stand up with him for the ceremony and given the history of our friendship, there's no way I would refuse to go. It's been over 30 years since I personally have been to Las Vegas. There are 4 of us in our group and we will be there for 4 days (12/31 - 1/4; Thursday - Monday). We're all in our 50's age-wise, in decent health (no underlying health conditions) and are fully aware of the Covid spike happening there right now. While there we will be masking up and following the Covid/Social Distancing protocols. All of us are staying at a Downtown hotel/casino and don't plan on going to The Strip at all. For 3 of the 4 days we're there, we will be playing golf, so our group will definitely be practicing Social Distancing by virtue of just being on the golf course. I'm really not interested in seeing any shows even if they're available. My questions are:
What will we experience at the Downtown casinos as far as table availability and table limits for craps, etc.?
What are the best/can't-miss places for food and/or drinks (it doesn't have to be fine dining for every meal, but we're not going to be eating McDonald's either)?
Andiamo's (if it's even open) is one splurge I'd like to experience unless there is a better steakhouse.
Are there any must-see Downtown attractions/experiences we need to catch?
If it's open, I'm definitely going to do the zipline down Fremont St. TIA
Protip: if you are visiting Vegas in June, stay downtown instead of the strip to get the most out of your stay and money
The main allure of the strip consists of the ability to hop from one mega resort to another, as well as endless array of shows, pool clubs and nightclubs with celebrity performers and DJs. While the strip will have reopened in June, many of the resorts will remain closed, which means that instead of seamlessly hopping from one resort to the next, you will have to walk quite a bit to get from one hotel to another one that is open. This can be quite a pain given the size of the resorts and it is no fun doing all that walk in 110 degrees weather. Not to mention all the pool parties and nightclubs will remain closed throughout June. As will other live music and entertainment venues, all of which really limit what you can do there, besides getting drunk at the casinos/bars all day. Instead of dealing with all that aggravation and inconvenience of the strip, you should look into staying downtown, where the hotels are much closer together and you have ready access to all the quirky shopsat the container park and Fremont East. The Arts district is also a short walk/bus/uber ride away with more quirky local shops bars and breweries, all of which will have been fully reopened by June, unlike the strip. So take advantage of this opportunity to explore the non/less touristy side of Vegas and save some money on hotel rooms and gambling(the minimum are lower and odds are better at both table games and slot machines at the casinos downtown).
[NF] Leaving Las Vegas, Smuggled Grapefruits, Airstream Pancakes
When: 2014 or 15, probably April We roll into Vegas after dark, my friend Jerry driving, I riding shotgun, my then wife rolling around in the back of the ruby red '94 Ford Aerostar on the mattress that replaced the seats. We are dressed in what can only be described as Trailer Park Hippies. Jerry wears sweat pants (he wore a lot of sweat pants back then), a striped shirt, beanie, and square-frame glasses, as he's blind as a bat. My wife is dressed like a bag lady, a tye dye "Workaholics" shirt, ripped jeans, America Hat beanie hat worn ironically over dirty dreadlocks, and I'm wearing a a lot of flannel and sporting a fiery red Leprechaun beard and hair down to my shoulders. We have a stash that would make Hunter S. Thompson shed tears of joy. We're cruising in with a few ounces of weed, a tinfoil wrapper full of hash, a 10-strip of LSD, an eightball of coke, case of lite beer, and a laundry basket full of oranges and grapefruits acquired in Arizona. We had been living off of coke, grapefruits, acid, beer and cigarettes laced with hash. We were young and ready for what Vegas had to offer. Jerry drives past The Flamingo and we keep going on to Fremont Street. That is our destination, and we plan on milking it for all the free drinks we can. We drive around for a minute before noticing a $5-all-night parking lot. Perfect. We figure after we get too wasted and broke, we'll just come back and crash in the back of the van. Jerry, it's always Jerry, cuts up one hit of acid into three little pieces and passes them out. Jerry then keys up bumps of coke for everyone. My wife, DD, rolls a nasty hash cigarette and we roll out of the van and smoke it on our way down to Fremont Street. The thing about taking a little bit of acid is, is you can drink all night. A half hit of acid and you're ready to drink an Irishman under the table. I can't explain how or why it works, but it does. 1/3 of a hit should do the same thing, and we're feeling good. Vegas is your typical Vegas that I had expected. There's a Danny DeVito impersonator here, a Boss Hogg there, big-titted Showgirls lined up ready to take your money for a photo. Street performers, some of them fantastic, some of them sad. There is a nearly naked man waving a sign that reads, "Money Activates Me". I put a dollar in his hat, and he starts jiggling and shaking and making weird beeping noises. I am a little sad. As soon as we arrive on Fremont Street I look up to a giant television prompter on the ceiling with Blue Angels flying across while "America the Beautiful" plays over the loudspeakers. I walk past a large Mexican woman wearing all purple. Jerry tells us that they'll give you free drinks if you play the slot machines. We decide to investigate and pop into the first casino we see. We each slip a dollar into a machine and a waitress comes over and tells us, "make it at least $3, guys". A little saddened, but compliant, we do as we're told. We spend the next few hours like this. Hopping from casino to casino, putting in as little money as possible, getting as many free drinks as possible. After awhile, it gets tiresome and we spot a crowd heading towards the far side of the street and decide to investigate. All night we see this horrible Wook-like creature and he has come up to us and asked us for different drugs at least three times. DD must've taken the biggest 1/3 because her pupils are the size of nickels. The first few times he asked for acid, then he asked for DMT. I had never done DMT at that point, but from what I had heard, it would do him no good here. We think he's a cop. We ignore him. Drinks in hand, we see what the commotion is about, Cheap Trick! is playing a free show. Hell Yes, we think. We push our way to the entrance and are told we cannot bring the drinks in. We each chug our beers and make our way in. The crowd at Cheap Trick! is rude as far as rock concerts go. It's a bunch of people way more sober than us and they won't let us pass. We're standing shoulder-to-shoulder-to-shoulder with a group of angry looking bikers and decide that Cheap Trick! can go fuck themselves. We exit the concert and walk to the other end of Fremont Street. There is another free concert going on, an 80's cover band with the singer dressed like Devo and the bassist wearing stuffed animal pants – that is, Pants covered in stuffed animals. There are only about 20 people in attendance. We're so there. We walk to the front without any problem and begin our own dance circle. They have two vocalists, a hot French-looking chick and a man dressed as dollar store Devo. Jerry thinks French chick is looking at him. The bandplays a rousing rendition of "Blister in the Sun" and during one of "When I go walkin I strut my stuff and I'm so strung out/I'm high as a kite and I just might stop to check you out" parts, Devo guy holds the microphone out to us and we gargle through it. He shouts for the band to stop, wait, hold on. Stop stop stop. "You people are the drunkest people I have ever seen!" Too drunk to be embarrassed, we continue to dance. We dance until they stop playing. The acid at this point has all but run its course and the booze is catching up with us. DD is starting to lose steam. We decide to drink more. Walking into a casino, the overhead television plays "America the Beautiful" again as Blue Angels fly and Purple Pants Mexican lady is walking by us again, singing, "Uh-MARE-i-KUH" and crying profusely. She is having a good time. Unsure of what time it is, we're too fucked to gamble anymore and head to the bar. We attempt to order the cheapest drinks and the bartenders all ignore us. We get our $2 teas, (“Hold on, I have to make three shitty drinks” quoth the bartender) and walk back outside to get some air. Vegas is starting to spook me out. People walk down the street and flick a butt, unnamed janitors come from nowhere and sweep it up like it might never have happened. Vegas is like a physics problem. The cigarette butt is like Schrodinger’s Cat. Without the janitor, it may or not be there. As the night drags on, we see human decency deteriorating. Having made our way somehow to The Flamingo, we scope out a group of guys who we believe are going to date rape some girl who’s had too much to drink. Maybe it’s the acid enhancing our perceptions, or any of the drugs making us ever more paranoid. Maybe those guys really were out to hurt that woman. We followed them all for some time before realizing we were fucked up and it wasn’t our fight. We needed to get back to the van to sleep. We make our way back to the van and roll the door open. DD plops down on the mattress, but Jerry and I are determined to gamble and drink more. I promise her I’ll be good. Just right then two SECURITY dudes on bikes roll by and see the mattress and see the hippie lady sitting upon it. “Y’all can’t sleep here.” I inform them, but sirs, we paid the $5, and we are way, way, WAY too drunk to drive at this point. “That’s fine, sirs” he tells me, “but you can’t sleep here. You’re welcome to gamble in our casinos all night, or get a hotel room.” DD raises her voice to the security dudes and I have to tell her to cool it. We’re out of our element. This is Vegas. We can’t win this one. I tell them, ok, and they ride off. I’m too fucked to drive so I tell Jerry he’s going to have to rally and get us out of here. We all begin chugging water, our eyes rolling around in our heads, brains still slightly dripping from the acid. We’re all yelling at each other that this was a stupid idea. Jerry chugs an adequate amount of water and he climbs into the cockpit. I ride shotgun. We got this. We drive around aimlessly til we find an indoor parking garage that doesn’t charge us a fee on the way in. We drive to a heavily populated area and kill the engine. Jerry and I fly into the backseat and we keep our heads down, trying to find sleep in what’s left of the night. We get two hours of sleep when I decide we have to go. Right now. I think I’m cool to drive, so I start out our journey. The sun is right in my face as I’m leaving and I’m way too hungovestill drunk/fucked up to be doing this. I stop at a gas station for a fill up and on my way in I see a man just grinning at me. I’m in no mood. Who is this asshole just smiling at me at 6 o clock in the morning? Turns out it was a cardboard cutout of Jeff Gordon. Jesus. Christ. I pay for my gas and get back to the car. I tell Jerry he’s driving, and I need to sleep. We drive a few minutes and pull up to an Airstream Diner and decide to fuel up our bellies. The whole night in Vegas we didn’t consume any food, just drugs and booze, and we were in need of nourishment. We sit at the counter and the man with the plan is an older Hispanic man who appears to be running everything by himself. I order an omelette, toast and hashbrowns, and coffee, sweet, merciful coffee. Biscuits and gravy for Jerry, with “grandma coffee” (that is coffee with too much cream and sugar). DD got a stack of pancakes. When our food came, the proprietor asks DD if she would like any syrup? She holds her plate above her head like an offering to the man and says nothing. He laughs and asks again what kind of syrup would she like? Blueberry it was. A little food in us, we begin to feel better. We hit the road, California Bound! I resign to the mattress in back and pass out, Jerry driving, DD his copilot. I awake some time later to the sound of metal grinding on metal. The van is moving against its own will. “What the fuck is going on?!” Jerry is throwing it in reverse and trying to back up but the damage is already done. We are in line waiting to cross into the great state of California. I see a sign for “Fruit Inspection”. I look around the back and there’s grapefruits and oranges and peelings and all kinds of citrus just rolling around. We’re fucked. If not for the coke and hash, then for all the fruit contraband. I try to gather up all the citrus, but when it gets to be our turn to cross, the guards at the window tell us simply to pull through to deal with our accident. What luck. A wagonload of drugs and illegal fruit and we get a pass because some Rent An RV guy decided to rearrange my van’s front end. Sweet. We pull through and pile out of the van. I inspect the damage. It’s mostly cosmetic. The plastic bumper is gone, both headlights are smashed and dangling by wires. The blinkers are fucked. I will be using my arm signals for the rest of my van’s life. I walk up to the RV and pound on the door. An older, Eastern European man, noticeably drunk and shoeless steps out. I ask does he have insurance (I miraculously do). He says yes yes yes, sure sure sure. Why don’t you come into my RV? No, I tell him. Good out here. He disappears inside and comes back a few minutes later with a stack of papers, none of which are insurance. After a few minutes of going nowhere, I decide to call it even. I don’t want to attract any attention to us with the cops and would rather just get down the road, blow and all. The four of us get into our collective vehicles, the Chechen's relatively untouched; ours, a sex crime victim, and we set sail for the promised land - Californ-I-A! I'm trying to assemble a selection of stories. Heart on Sleeve. Don't be too rough. With love, and honesty
A Vegas Miracle - how I won $129,000 in my 3rd tournament ever
This is how I won $129,000 in my 3rd ever poker tournament. Note: don't try this, it probably won't turn out well for you. I spent about 6 months grinding up a $5,000 bankroll playing home/casino games ranging from .5/1 to 1/3. The week that I hit that $5,000 mark, Matt, one of my best friends from college informed me that his job had placed him in Las Vegas for the next month and that I could crash with him for a few nights if I wanted to come on out west. I had frequent flyer miles for the flight and some Mlife/Fremont hotel comps for the rest of the trip. My grand total for flight and lodging for 10 days came to $200. Now, I’m not going to bore you guys with low-level cash hand histories. The next 10 days were filled with me playing lowstakes poker for 10-12 hours a day. It’s as fun as it sounds – it’s not. I was having a good time in Vegas otherwise – but towards the end of the trip I had a realization: 1/2’s the same everywhere. I didn’t have to fly out to the desert to raise to $7 preflop. After 10 days, my grand total from poker (and a fair amount of dumb degenerate shit on Fremont) was -$186. That wasn’t what I came out to do — I knew that I was a better player than my recent results had indicated. The morning of my return flight, I decided I was going to play tournaments until I either busted my $5,000 bankroll or hit something worthwhile. I impulsively decided to not get on my plane at 11:30am. Checkout time from Luxor was at 11:00 – and I didn’t know where I was going yet. I had 30 minutes to pack up my stuff and figure out where I was going before they’d charge me a fee. I sorted TripAdvisor by cheapest first – I’ve stayed in crappy hostels/motels before and overall am a very low maintenance person. I figured that by staying somewhere for $20 a night, I’d be able to maximize the amount of shots I could take before flying back home. I accepted that there was a real chance I’d go back broke – but I didn’t really care. If I didn’t take my shot now, then when? I booked the cheapest bed in Vegas - a 6-person shared hostel just past the Stratosphere. Let's just say you get what you pay for — it was not a happy place. A fair amount of the people in there were bordering on homelessness and there was barbed wire surrounding their outdoor gym. In addition to this, I had the constant stress of knowing that all that separated my bankroll from the rest of my roommates was a tiny lock. I took the Deuce to the strip, lived off food comps, and turned down invites from my friends to hang out. I was in town to play poker, nothing else. Disclaimer: I had never played tournaments prior to heading out to Vegas. My only knowledge of hand ranges was from watching televised events. I downloaded a free Nash chart app on my phone while on the Deuce to the strip and studied it for 5 minutes – whatever, I get the jist of it. Let’s play some cards. The first day of doing this I played the $140 daily at the Aria. Top 13 spots paid -- I finished in 15th. It was depressing to say the least — I felt as if I was at rock bottom. Before the first night of sleeping at the hostel I called the airline to see if I could get on the flight that I had deliberately missed the day prior. I couldn't. I made it my goal to at least cash something so that I could get a decent hotel room. I couldn’t have slept more than 2-3 hours the first night there. One of my roommates was loudly vomiting all night, the sheets itched, and I was going through an existential crisis... like dude, you’ve got a finance degree and you’re really doing this shit? While on the bus to the strip, I opened Poker Atlas and saw that there was a $200 satellite to win a seat into the $1,600 Venetian main event. I decided that I was going to go take a shot at that. I was at risk twice in the satellite but after studying the GTO method on how to win coinflips, I persevered and won a seat to the main. The first day was surreal – once again, I was running on minimal sleep due to my housing arrangements, but I remember the following hands from day 1:
Button opens to 2.2x, I’m in the BB with Q9cc. SB folds, we go HU to a flop of 832c. He c-bets, I call. Turn 4x, x/x. River Ax. I check, he bets, I x/r to like 3x his bet, he insta folds. I take it down and show air.
UTG+1 opens, MP calls, I flat on the button with K10ss. 3 ways to a flop of Qs43xx. UTG+1 bets 40% pot, MP calls, I call. Turn is the Js. UTG+1 bets 60% pot, MP calls, I flat. River comes the 8s. UTG+1 snap bets 80%. MP flats, I flat. I announce king high flush, they both muck.
Folds to the SB, he limps, I look down at Q10o, and check. Flop comes KQ6r. He leads 35%, I call. Turn 10. He bets, I call. River comes a J. He bets, I tank for about 45 seconds then flick in a call, he shows 76o… ship it.
The average stack after day 1 was around 40k, I bagged like 65k. I walked back to the Deuce stop outside of the Venetian and headed on my 30 minute ride back home. I kept thinking to myself, someone’s gotta win this thing, why not me? I had to get in the money for this tournament to be able to get the fuck out of there. A min cash here was over $3k – that was more than enough for me to get a suite on Fremont for a few nights and party for a bit, then get home with my head held high. Day 2: I get up at 7am after already being completely awake for the past 4 hours. There’s no way I slept more than 3 hours last night. I hit the Denny’s by the Stratosphere then get on the Deuce. I get to the Venetian and feel like I’m about to fall asleep. I go to the self-serve coffee/tea dispenser in the middle of the room and make myself an iced coffee. I get to my table, and the cocktail waitress comes around. I ask for another iced coffee and toss her a fiver. Here are some highlights from the 1st half of day 2:
I open 97ss on the button, BB flats. Flop comes AK3s. BB checks, I bet 35%. He throws out a 5k chip – which I interpret as a x/r to my bet. I groan, make a joke about it being the first hand of the day, and start to muck. The dealer stops my cards midway before hitting the muck, and informs me that he didn’t raise, that he called my flop bet. Everyone laughs, I go silent and wait for him to make change. Turn is the 2s. He thinks for a second and bets 30%. I tank for like 30 seconds, then flat. River is a blank. He thinks for a second, then checks. I bet like 30% pot. He tells me that I’m an angle shooter and mucks. I tell him I’m not an angle shooter and show my 9 high. Everyone laughs, we get on with playing.
CO opens, I 3b 87dd in the SB to 4x, he flats. Flop comes 1032d. I check, he checks. Turn is the 6d. I bet 55% pot, he flats. River comes the Kd. I bet 60%, he tanks, tells me he thinks I backdoored diamonds, then folds. Damn, these players are pretty good.
I open KK UTG to 2.5x, UTG +1 flats. Heads up to a flop of K43r. x/x. Turn 8, I bet 40% pot, he calls. River 3, I bet 80% pot, he tanks, then calls with AK.
I bring my 3 racks of chips to the new table and immediately get some comments – whatever, I’m just on a heater, it happens. At this point, my body was giving out. I was trying my hardest not to fall asleep in between every hand. Cutoff opens, I’m in the SB, I look down at KK. I put in the 3b, folds back to him. He puts in a healthy 4. We’re the two big stacks at the table – I’d guess he was 50bb effective while I was around 65bb. God damn, am I good enough to fold kings here? No, I’m not. I shove, he snaps, I know that I’ve just fucked up my tournament. He shows the aces. The dealer puts a king in the window, and I hold. I’m for sure the chip leader now. I lose a few 40/60 and 60/40 flips and chip down a bit. I still have a very healthy stack, probably around 80bb. The next 3 hands are from the second half of day 2:
Aggro Asian guy on the button. Folds to him, he opens to 2.2x, SB folds, I look down at 43ss and raise to 7.5x, he flats.
Flop comes 894cc. I check, he bets, I call. Turn’s another 9. I check, he bets 75% pot, I call. River’s the 10c. I check, he bets 1.2x pot. I ask the dealer for a count of the bet – meanwhile, villain looks like he’s going to shit himself. I flick in a chip, he throws down KcQx. I laugh a little, show my 43ss, and obnoxiously say ship it.
I open KQo UTG+1, MP 3bets me. I figure that a 4b from UTG+1 could take it down a fair amount of the time, so I decide to go for it. He thinks for a second and flats.
Flop comes AK4r. I check, he checks back. Turn is a 6, goes x/x again. River’s another brick. I put in a 30% value bet. He does a little grimace and tanks for like 20 seconds. It looks like he’s going to fold so I start verbally telling him that his queens are good. The dealer informs me that you’re not allowed to talk about your hand to another player. I inform him that I’m not talking about my hand, I’m talking about villains’ hand. Dealer laughs and lets me continue to antagonize villain. MP starts talking back, asking if I’m really bluffing. I inform him that once he folds, I’ll show the bluff. He ends up calling, I snap show, he pays me then gets up from the table to go for a walk.
We’re playing 6 handed. UTG opens, MP flats, I flat TT on the button. 3 ways to a flop of AT9ccc. UTG bets 50% pot, MP folds, I put in a medium sized raise. He thinks about it and flats.
The turn is the Kd. He pauses for a second then checks. I figured AxKc was his most likely combo. I didn’t think he could fold AxKc to any sizing – I decide to overbet jam 2x pot. He tanks for like 5 min and eventually lets it go. He tells me later he folded AxKc. Nice fold sir. I finished day two 2nd in chips out of the 64 players remaining. More importantly, I was in the money. My friend Matt offered to give me a ride to the hostel to grab my stuff. On the way to the hostel I’m telling Matt how trash the place is and he’s kind of like yeah man, whatever, it can’t be that bad. We gather my belongings and head on out. Matt remarked to me that the hostel reminded him of jail mixed with a summer camp. I open a same night hotel app and see a room at the Four Queens available for $110. The lady at check in was nice enough – however, she informed me that the only room they had available at my price point was a smoking room overlooking the Fremont St. experience. I paid the $20 to upgrade to a non-smoking in the quiet part of the hotel. Vegas man, I swear. It’s like 2am at this point -- I get to my room, sit on the bed and close my eyes. I open them and it’s 11:00am. Ah fuck man, I gotta get to the Venetian. I hop in the shower, brush my teeth, and freshen up. Even if I don’t have clean clothes, whatever, I’m second in the main, who cares. Some interesting hands from the first part of Day 3:
I had two inexcusable punts in this tournament. This is the first one: I open 5h5c from LP, BB calls. Flop comes J62hhh. x/x. Turn is a 4x. x, I bet 50% pot, BB jams 15bb. I called – and immediately realized I fucked up, big time. He had 2 big chips in his stack that I didn’t see, making his shove effectively like 25bb. In addition, I didn’t have the 5h, I had the 5d. I really didn’t ask for a count or double check my hole cards. Villain turns over 64o and holds. In my defense, I literally didn’t know what ICM meant at the time. Whoops.
Someone who I recognize from poker TV jams 22bb UTG. I’m in the CO with JJ, I ask him how much it is, he’s talkative and seems genuinely comfortable/down for me to call. I fold – I run into him a few days later at the Aria, he tells me he had AA there. I believe him.
CO opens, button instantly jams 30bb effective. I’m in the SB with TT and 25bb – live reads, we’re flipping. I call for all in my effective stack, CO folds, button has AQ. I hold. He’s not happy I called with tens. Oh well, sorry bro, gg.
MP opens, CO 3 bets to 7bb, button jams 20bb. I look down at 2 black aces in the big blind. I reshove, MP folds, CO calls off his 20bb stack. I’m up against AQ and QQ. I hold.
Even with my atrocious punt earlier in the day, I’m the chip leader again. We’re down to about 15 left in the field. UTG opens, I 3b AKo on the button, he jams 20bb, I call. He has 99, a king comes on the flop and he’s gone. It’s day 3 of the main and we’re playing 5 handed with 12 people left. Let’s fucking go.
Button opens to 2.5x, I’m in the BB with A8dd, I flat. Flop comes A104r, I check, he bets, I call. Turn is a 7, x/x. River A, I bet 1.2x pot. He tanks, calls, I show, I’m good.
CO opens to 2.5x, I’m in the BB with 108dd, I flat. Flop comes Kd4x2d, it goes x/x. Turn is a Kx, I check, he bets 60% pot, I flat. River is the 4d. I check, he bets pot. I tank and let it go. He tells me later he checked back a weak king on the flop.
SB completes, I’m in the BB with J9o and I check my option. Flop comes Q108r. The SB donks out into me for 60% pot. I flat. Turn comes a brick and he leads into me for 60% again. I raise to 3.5x his turn bet, he thinks for a while then flats. River is another brick. He bets 80% pot into me. I tank for a while, then shove. He starts laughing and folds QQ face up.
Less than a week ago I was grinding buffet comps at Planet Hollywood. Now I have guys correctly folding top set to me. I’ve made it to the final table. I pick up a few small pots and the two shortstacks at the table get eliminated in quick succession. This is without a doubt the most pointless and just plain out stupid punt of my entire life: I open J2dd on the button into a ~18bb SB and a GTO robot with mid 7 figures in career earnings in the BB. Don’t do this, this is quite literally lighting money on fire. SB folds, BB flats. Flop comes Kh8h3d. I cbet, BB calls. Turn is the Kd, goes x/x. River comes a 7h, he leads into me for half pot. Whatever, I’m going for it – I put in a raise. He thinks for all of 5 seconds then calls me with KQh. Wow, I just punted away $50,000 in ICM. Jesus Christ dude, what the fuck. For the next orbit or two, I’m clearly pissed at myself. I get up after my button and do a lap around the poker room – I’m good. The monkey tilt is gone, and I’m ready to get back to playing normal ranges. Anyway, nothing else really happens for a while – I look down at AKo UTG and raise it up. Folds around to the BB, he thinks for a while, then jams for about 20bb. I snap, he has AQo. I hold. I’m now second in chips. We go on a 10-minute break. When I get back to the table, the prospect of a 5-way chop comes up. We’re all tired – and the pay jumps are very significant. If you couldn’t tell from this story, I’m a degenerate, but in this spot, I’m willing to reduce variance a bit. We run the numbers and come to an agreement – we all agree to take a very slight ICM bump to give 1st place a bit more money than his stack is worth. I just won $129,000 -- huh? This was my second tournament cash – not too bad considering that it was my third tournament ever. Maybe I should start learning how to play MTT’s now. I take $124,000 in a check and $5,000 in cash. I’m leaving Vegas in 4 days and don’t plan on coming home with any of the cash. The winner of the tournament’s a pretty cool guy and he asks if I want to crash in his guest room tonight… like yeah, if that’s a real offer, I’m down. I pick up my toiletry bag from the Venetian concierge and we hit the Uber. The next morning Matt picks me up at his house – I hit the Chase bank and deposit the $124,000. I take Matt and my other friend, Spencer out to the Sterling Brunch over at Bally’s – the entire time, Spencer just kept repeating “Davis, what the fuck”. I don’t know dude, seriously, what the fuck. I get a suite at the D downtown that night and (very) long story short I end up hitting $100 on a number at roulette at 5am. It’s time for bed. Here’s a link to my Hendon Mob, verifying my tournament result. Hopefully I see some of you guys at the WSOP in 2021. https://pokerdb.thehendonmob.com/player.php?a=r&n=783521 Davis
Only I can make someone watch TV at Vegas when being there for their first time
For a little context this someone (Dave) is childhood best man material to my much older friend (Yak) and two other roommates of mine (The Couple) We were there to party the Couple had been there pre-covid shit and had lost their itinerary and found out/missed reservations the first night in, but we were all going strong trying to not gamble to drink rather get slished up and hop. I'm youngest and have no experience with that kind of longevity, but I was SO down and we ended up high af the first night and wandering until sore and bored. Sobering up everytime (within the hour we found drinks/place to smoke) I was grieving for this trip in the beginning, but the only one holding onto the snowball effect of NOT DOING FUCK ALL. I didn't, shouldn't, and can't vocalize that because the party was not for me, but even Dave broke that first or second speed and bored result and just stopped dead in the casino to watch dirt bikes because he had age old history with them. I don't doubt I missed so many hints of them knowing about my hesitance, but if they led the party as the people who knew Yak better than I would've been down, but again didn't vocalize because it's not even close to being about MY level of humoentertainment intake. I felt so trapped with people who have SHOWN NOTHING, but compassion to me after being homeless, with only a first job, no family or people to confide in. I'm glad they agreed the trip to Vegas was good, but I barely vocalized that as well for fear of being the buzzkill. By the end I felt like removing myself from their party because they all know each other for longer and lone and behold by night 2 1/2 they found something and lost so much shit on Fremont (evidence of successful sloshing) as I gave up in the prison-like hotel (no amenities besides TV and a relative view) I know I am not in the right to think this way at this kind of reunion bachelor party (where I am literally the least relevant) but it hurt knowing they immediately found fun Vegas with COVID BS within an hour of me spiraling away to isolate myself. It hurt to be introverted and it hadn't hurt that bad in a long time. Not enough to make me cry right now after an amazingly perfect everything after.
It's 9:00 am on September 18th in Las Vegas and your head is feeling a little too heavy, go figure. Sunlight barely peaks through the window of your room at the Plaza Hotel and Casino. The sliver of sun rays are scarce, but just enough to illuminate the crust on your eyes from a late night on Fremont Street. The inevitable "What happened?" thought runs through your mind. You head downstairs to grab something to soak up last night's debauchery and try and Hash House A Go Go out how you got to this point. Sure, yesterday at this time you were at your desk doing nothing but last minute checks on which sets you needed to prioritize for the forthcoming next 3 days. Sure, you skipped out early to make sure you had everything packed for the 12th time this week. Sure, as soon as you got to the airport, the first place you hit after security was the nearest bar, because let's face it, the airport drink before vacation is a top 5 drink all time. Sure, maybe you shelled out more than you should have for that wimpy Jack and coke on the plane itself. Sure, Spirit Airlines is the worst. Sure, once you got to McCarran you told your friend that had never been to Vegas before to play those slot machines right out of the gate because they for sure pay out (sucker). Sure, as soon as you got to your room you threw your bags down with little to no regard just to rush back downstairs to take in the Glitter Gulch in all of its neon glory. Sure, you may have lost too much money at Binion's playing craps because "the dice were cold", when in actuality the devil on your shoulder and in your cup told you that recouping your losses was easy with big field bets (sucker). Sure, you danced like an idiot while watching the guy playing buckets like drums because it was "good practice for all the Fremont Stage sets you'll be at this year." Sure, you spent enough money at Pop Up Pizza to feed a small family of 4. Sure, you danced like an idiot watching the funk cover band at the Plaza that wear wigs and have synchronized dance moves, because eff it. Sure, you passed out with your clothes on, (thank god you took of your shoes). But really, how did you get to this point? The existential crisis marred in a haze of last night's booze and smoke filled casino floors lasts all of 5 min, because the fried chicken benedict that's 3 sizes too big for the plate it's on offers a moment of clarity: It's Day 1 of LIB Your head alleviates itself of any extra weight, and a shockwave of energy flows through your body as if the mimosa in your right hand is a liquid defibrillator. Your skin tingles knowing that in a few short hours you'll walk through the gates for the first time along with the thousands of others who came to this very city, on this very day to plunge into a pool of escapism. Oh yeah, that's how you got to this point. You slug your drink and head back upstairs to get ready. While the rest of your crew does their thing, you adhere to your mental checklist, because let's face it, preparation is key if you're going to do the next 3 days right. Comfy shoes: check, chapstick: check, extra gum for new friends: check, hat for the sun: check, earplugs just in case you decide to hug the speakers: check, sunglasses: check. Those all accounted for and out of the way, you move on to more pressing items. Ah, your trusty Camelbak. It's served you well through all these years, and now it's time for the old broad to come out and play again. Drained and ready, you throw what you can in the pockets and strap her to your back, pulling the straps securely around your arms. You do a front kick to show dominance. And now...for your wristband. Let's be honest, this was the first thing you were checking for each time you went back and made sure everything was in your bag this past week. You take it out of the packaging that is much better than last year's, and hold the holy grail of concert tickets in your hand. It reads, 'You are beautiful" on it. You nod in appreciation, and blush a little bit. You slip in onto your wrist and pull the clasp to tighten securely, albeit not uncomfortably. As if the RFID is now a part of your DNA, you remember the weeks of making sure the wristband itself wasn't lost, and you breathe a sigh of relief. It's almost time. You glance at the rest of your crew after a brief moment of silence, you utter one word, *"¿Listos?" After a cacophonous eruption of sounds that would be right at home on the plains of the Serengeti, you and your friends find your selves walking at a swift pace down Fremont. The street is much more busy than usual at this time in the late afternoon. You scan the crowd to find those that are sporting wrist decoration similar to yours. The army of translucent backpacks, throwback jerseys, bandanas and general jubilation reaffirm that you are headed the right way. You pass The D and know Sigma Derby will take scores of coins from you later that night. People jump on the scale outside Heart Attack Grill to your left after a few minutes more marching towards an experience akin to nirvana. The Fremont East District sign and Martini Glass beckon you further down the street, as the distinct sound of muffled bass begins to ever so slightly reach you ears. A right on 6th, and all of the sudden you're in a line that twists, turns and seems to never end. The pace is snail like in nature. At least that's what it feels like to you and your friends. All of the moments prepping, (mostly daydreaming about the sets you want to be at the most when the lineup dropped 5 months prior) have all led to this. You let you friends go through security first, as if to make sure that the whole squad made it in safe and sound. You tap you wristband to the scanner and re strap your Camelbak on. Inside the festival gates for the first time, you're surrounded by bevy of people who more than likely feel the same way you do. You friends are sharing daps and laughs left and right, while you simply savor the moment. A flurry of folks sprint past you on the left. You smirk, knowing they gravely miscalculated seeing their first set of the day. The Praying Mantis outside Container Park shoots its flame up into the atmosphere as if playing host to the grounds and saying, "Welcome". All the sights and sounds and you can only muster up two words, "Que Hermoso."
It's in the news and I've received emails from MGM and Caesars: June 4th opening:
MGM properties: Bellagio, New York-New York and MGM Grand. The Bellagio gardens have been updated from the Year of the Rat, to a "Japanese Spring" theme.
Caesars properties: Caesars and Flamingo
Boyd Properties: California, Fremont, Jokers Wild, Gold Coast, The Orleans
Wynn/Encore Other properties opening June 4:
The D/Golden Gate They are currently offering some free flights to get there. Most of the flights are already booked.
Station casinos (except for Fiesta Rancho, Palms and Texas station, confirmed via website).
Golden Nugget will open 6/3 @ 3PM for hotel guest. Casino will open at 12:01AM on June 4. . The Linq Promenade and restaurants in that area will also be open shortly. OYO (formally Hooters) opening 7/1.
Budget: Around $150-$250 per day. This included the hotel (plus resort fee), food, drinks and entertainment. Trip Length: One week. Destination: Las Vegas, Nevada and surrounding area. Accommodation: Tropicana Las Vegas Activities: Fremont Street, Grand Canyon, Red Rock Canyon, Valley of Fire, Hoover Dam, Vegas Strip. Recommendations: GoCity Pass, hop on - hop off bus, Le Thai restaurant on Fremont Street, water show at the Bellagio. Also, there's a lot to do away from the strip or downtown Vegas. Drinks are free at most casinos so long as you're gambling. Final Verdict: This was my second trip to Vegas. The first was for a business trip and this was for fun. I'm glad I had the chance to cross Las Vegas off my bucket list but it's unlikely that I will return. I had fun but I'm not a gambler. There's a lot to do in and around Vegas if you're not a gambler but not enough to warrant a repeat...for me at least, although I do recommend everyone go at least once. Pictures!: Grand Canyon Hoover Dam Fremont Street Las Vegas Strip Valley of Fire State Park Elephant Rock at Valley of Fire State Park Red Rock Canyon
[ANNOUNCEMENT] Earl Sweatshirt 2019 - FIRE IT UP! Tour Dates and Venues
FT. BBYMUTHA, NA-KEL SMITH, LIV.E, MIKE & BLACK NOI$E Presale: Thursday, January 30th, 2019 at 10 AM Local Onsale: Friday, February 1st, 2019 at 10 AM Local Venues and Dates listed below: 03/23 New Orleans, LA - BUKU Music + Art Project 03/25 Charlotte, NC - The Underground at the Fillmore Charlotte 03/26 Silver Spring, MD - The Fillmore Silver Spring 03/28 Baltimore, MD - Baltimore Soundstage 03/29 Philadelphia, PA - Theatre of Living Arts 03/30 New York, NY - Irving Plaza 03/31 Providence, RI - Fête Music Hall 04/02 Boston, MA - Paradise Rock Club 04/04 Montreal, Quebec - Corona Theatre 04/05 Toronto, Ontario - The Phoenix Concert Theatre 04/07 Detroit, MI - Saint Andrews Hall 04/09 Minneapolis, MN - Cabooze 04/10 Lawrence, KS - The Granada 04/11 Denver, CO - Cervantes Masterpiece 04/14 Seattle, WA - The Showbox 04/15 Vancouver, British Columbia - The Commodore Ballroom 04/16 Portland OR - Crystal Ballroom 04/18 Sacramento, CA - Ace of Spades 04/19 San Francisco, CA - Regency Ballroom 04/20 Santa Cruz, CA - The Catalyst 04/21 San Luis Obispo, CA - Fremont Theater 04/23 Pomona, CA - The Glass House 04/24 Los Angeles, CA - The Novo 04/26 Las Vegas, NV - Vinyl - Hard Rock Hotel & Casino Las Vegas 04/27 San Diego, CA - SOMA 04/28 Phoenix, AZ - Club Red 05/01 Austin, TX - Emo’s 05/02 Dallas, TX - Canton Hall 05/04 Houston, TX - Warehouse Live 05/05 Birmingham, AL - Saturn 05/06 Atlanta, GA - The Masquerade 06/07 London, England - Meridian Water (Field Day Festival 2019)
I had been called to the city of sin for a bi-annual conference that I had taken for the past 24 years. I had sat through it in health, in the cold, rain, and sickness. I was there 10 days after Tupac was murdered, and was walking down Fremont street several months later on the day when they took Christopher Wallace. A year later in 1998, a colleague and I woke up to a phone call from my then wife telling me about what happened to President Clinton, and that was when the words, "For a blowjob?" coming from my companion led me into a similar predicament. For the next several years, a tangled divorce that I've never fully unwinded from, occupied my attention. It wasn't until the morning of September 11th in 2001 that gave me the wakeup call I needed. I scooted the young blonde out of my room and told her to call her dad, since I knew Tom was in New York that day. Mosque bombings, terrorism, market bubble bursting, swine flu, recession, succession, shootings, a shooter, second divorce, new house, new life, and the same old job on the same old beat all meant that Las Vegas and I had been doing this dance through the thick and the thin for over two decades. And I have never seen it like this. My uber driver nodded, "Yeah man. Shit is wild. I only picked up 8 people in the last 9 hours." He was young, the new leather interior in a wide bodied Escalade smelled like an expensive loan. His eyes were twitchy as he tried not stare at me, wondering if I was going to cough from all the dry mouthing I had been doing from the LAS to my hotel. I had grown used to the stares, the selective social distancing for looking Chinese and all of its stereotypes as the weeks leading into March of 2020. The beginning trend of people instinctively coughing whenever they saw me soon became a daily ritual. It was all a part of tribe mentality I convinced myself, chuckling as I remembered the pie scene from the movie Stand By me. That made my uber driver nervous. "Here we are," he finally breathed. I thanked him and proceeded to the service counter with my carry on. "Sorry for the wait," replied the representative, "We laid off 80% of our staff this morning." I was taken aback by her candid greeting. "Looks like you'll be in a private room owned by one of our guests. And as it is not through the hotel, please contact your host for any services that you require. We will need a $500 deposit on a credit card for any incidentals." Several minutes later I found myself riding the elevator up 26 stories and into my rental. I contacted my host through the app to let him know that I had arrived. It was my first time using the app service so if anyone wants to chime in on how necessary or unnecessary that action is, please, enlighten me. I had chose this room because there was a large, deep soak bathtub. I don't have many preferences in life but if there is a chicken fried steak on the menu I must get it at least once, coke over pepsi, and onion rings. Don't ask me why they are all food based, but they are, except for the bathtub. At nearly 6'1 I am always trying to find a decent soak. When I was younger my grandmother owned a Japanese soaking barrel, and ever since then I have been chasing after that nostalgic experience. Instead I often find myself cramming, contorting, and cold above the chest. There was not much for me to do as President Trump had canceled his conference with the Jewish Coalition, which meant that other subsequent CEO's began withdrawing from all the other Vegas conferences. Something that I should have foreseen, which could have otherwise prevented me from traveling during this time. But there was no helping it, and this was definitely not the worst place to be stuck in. I looked into the bathroom mirror and decided to wash the trails of the airport from my face and then made my way down to the casino floors. Everything was closed. All the restaurants anyways. So I hailed a cab and found my way to Gordon Ramsay's Hells Kitchen. The best lobster risotto I ever had, a mediocre bar experience, a change of hands for an 8 ball on the street, and I was on my way into Caesar's Palace. I had reasoned with myself that my foresight was not the best at this time so blackjack and poker were out of the question. I stuck to roulette and craps, winning big at the dice. And if you've ever been to a high roller table then all the movies are true, there you will find willing women to blow on the ivories for you. Somehow we found our way back to my room, a slew of fancy cocktail dresses and Victoria secret's underwear were strewn in a near comical fashion. A rolled Benjamin walked down Abbey road. And there's nothing quite like two young and beautiful women taking pictures of your junk to brag to their friends later to accentuate your high. Everyone loves an anomaly. The two of them were in town for CONEXPO, one of the world's largest construction gatherings. One was 28 and a leading architect for a large firm and the other was a 32 year old forewoman who was sent to accompany her to fill in the job's specifics. "You've got soft hands for a construction worker," I quipped. She raised her drawn in eyebrow at me, "Not as soft as a desk jockey's." We both laughed until our eyes were drawn to the young architect who had begun to slowly undress in front of us. She swayed her hips to the lofi soul of Joji. My champagne glass sparkled in the light as the smells of girl scout cookies lit up the bathroom. "You don't mind if I smoke do you?" "Oh, give it here," came the architect's voice. "I should probably get an ashtray." I got out of the tub and walked into the living area. I pulled open a few drawers, and found nothing. I tugged on the handles of the cabinet underneath the wetbar only to find it locked. That was when I noticed the notice stickied on its door, "Please do not open. These are my private possessions," made with a cheap labeler. "There's probably alcohol in this thing," I said aloud. I turned to look into the bathroom but neither of them seemed to care as I watched the water falling from their hair and down their backs. The rest of the night was well, you can imagine. I woke up around 4:30 A.M. and heard an ungodly rattling. As I stirred in bed, I heard a voice asking sleepily, "What was that?" "I don't know," came another voice. "It's probably the pipes or something." The architect was unsure so she got up and turned on a light. She turned to look at me, "Did you get this on AirBNB?" "Yeah, something like that." We heard the rattle again. I could tell that she was afraid so I decided to get up with her. "Do you know where the light is," she asked? "Nope," I said as I struck a match for dramatic effect. "Oh god," she rolled her eyes. I smiled, "It's more fun this way." She grabbed my arm as we made our way into the larger part of the suite in search of the noise. We looked in the closet, the bathroom, the enclosed toilet, and I even pulled a few drawers open for effect. "What is this," she asked me. She had found the cabinet under the wetbar. "I don't know. It was locked when I got here." I struck another match, "It says not to touch it or something, owner's possessions I think." "Oh god, that is so creepy," she moaned. "I once went to this place in Lake Tahoe and it wasn't until the last day that my boyfriend found a loft that was hidden because the stairs had been removed. When he climbed it, there was a router and a twin sized bed in the corner. Super chills man." "Well, the cabinet is too small for anything weird to be in there," I told her. "You don't know that, have you ever seen those double jointed circus people?" "Well, if there's some more champagne in there, then I wouldn't mind breaking the lock." "It would be warm," she said. "Ah yes, the important things." We laughed, but just as we were going to get back into bed she ran into the bathroom and got a towel and tied an extensive knot around the handles. Several hours later we were woken up with a loud banging. I bolted up in bed. "Sir!" My mind raced to gather itself and assess at least 9 things wrong with my current situation. Cops, someone's boyfriend, my wife? Oh shit, why was I still getting myself into these predicaments? You would think I've learned a thing or two by now. "Sir! This is hotel security. Are you in there sir? We're asking everyone to evacuate the building." I got out of bed and rushed to open the door before they keyed their way in, "Hey what is going on?" A man in an N95 mask and gloves was at the door, "Sir, we've been asked to evacuate everyone out of the building immediately. The hotel will be closing due to SARS-COV-2." "What's going on," one of the girls asked. "Miss, everyone needs to leave. We are evacuating the building. Please gather your belongings." I looked at my companions and subsequently told them, "I can't believe they canceled Vegas." For the next 20 minutes we scrambled to get ready. For a group of strangers it worked decently well. We cut the last lines and split it between the three of us. A smile, a kiss, and a hurried goodbye later meant that we found ourselves rushing for the elevator. "Oh god, I forgot about the towel I tied to the cabinet," the architect said. "It shouldn't be that much of a problem. Someone will just take it off later," I tried assuring her. "What if no one gets back in there for weeks?" She looked at me slightly anxious, as if she was afraid to breathe the words, and a side of me knew what she was going on about. "Alright, I'll go back," I told her. The forewoman looked confused. "I'll got with you," the architect said. "No, you two get downstairs and see what is going on." She looked at me with these doe eyes, the same look that has kept me awake for the past several days as I am laying here in boredom. "I'll be fine I told her." I ran back to the room, slid my keycard and began to untie the knot on the cabinet. And in my paranoia I took a video recording of the place before leaving, just so that I had evidence that the room was left in relatively good order later. The door slammed behind me, I pulled up my app to request an Uber as I made my way to the elevator. My phone vibrated, it must be the app I reasoned as I began shifting through my luggage to make sure I had gotten everything. When I reached the ground floor I searched for my two companions but found hotel personnel were rushing people into open taxis and Ubers to the airport. An entitled prick stood outside the valet desk as a manager profusely apologized for the inconvenience and how the hotel would compensate for one thing or another as he opened the door to a Porsche Panamera. There was nothing for me to do except get into an Uber. I pulled up my phone expecting to see a familiar message that notified me that my driver would be arriving in 3 minutes, but instead it was a message from my host that simply said, "Thank you."
Now that the calendar has turned to April, we’re about to begin one of the more popular months regarding traffic in this sub. If last year is any guide, ticket sales and a lineup drop could happen within the next 2-3 weeks. Since there will likely be lots of new faces here inquiring about the festival - we're already starting to see repeat questions - and I have been every year thus far, I figured I would put together sort of an FAQ for this festival based on the questions that have come up in previous years. Hopefully to anyone going to this festival for the first time, this will prove to be helpful. Before reading through the FAQ, I do want to caution readers…this festival changes things all the time. They are not always consistent with things like other festivals so while the answers below reflect on what was done in the past, that may not necessarily be the case this year. Where is the festival located?
The festival is located in downtown Las Vegas. The footprint of the festival changes slightly each year, but it is roughly an 18 square block area of downtown. If you are familiar with the Fremont Street Experience, the gates are essentially right across the street from there.
When is the festival this year?
When does the lineup drop?
In 2017 the lineup dropped on April 25th. Last year, it dropped April 24th.
When do tickets go on sale?
They used to do a pre-sale in February but changed things up last year. The pre-sale was about a week before the lineup drop. General ticket sales happened a few days after the lineup drop.
The pre-sale always sells out quickly…at least for GA.
Do they offer payment plans?
Yes, but not for tickets purchased during the pre-sale
Will the festival sell out?
Before 2017, it never sold out. However, GA sold out both in 2017 and 2018. In 2017, GA sold out in about three hours. It took almost right up until the festival dates for GA to sell out in 2018, but we found out they increased capacity, so they had more passes to sell.
I'm not sure if VIP has ever sold out.
Does the festival sell single day tickets?
Each of the previous years they have put single day tickets on sale. About one or two months after tickets go on sale, they have released the daily lineup and put single day tickets on sale.
Can you upgrade from GA to VIP?
Every year you have been able to upgrade from GA to VIP at the festival, but that may be because VIP hasn’t ever sold out.
How many stages are there?
After the first year, there have been four stages. Two rather large stages, a small stage and for the past few years there has been a tent that sort of resembles the Sahara at Coachella.
There is also a very small stage called the Toyota Music Den, which is basically a canopy and some artists playing at the festival will do acoustic or DJ sets for about 30 minutes at this tent.
What time does the festival run each day?
The past few years, music has run from 3pm to 1am. The gates have opened at 2pm.
Does LIB usually have late adds after the lineup is released?
Up until last year there were late adds every year. Sometimes it was just one act and sometimes it was a half dozen. However, last year, there were no late adds.
Can I go in and out of the festival?
The rules on this have changed from year to year but if they do what they have done the previous two years then the answer is yes. If you have a GA ticket, you can go in and out three times each day, but you must be back in the festival by 9pm. If you have VIP you get unlimited in and outs.
Where should I stay?
You definitely want to stay as close to Fremont Street as possible so you can easily walk from your hotel to the festival. This is also helpful for those in and outs each day.
There are the casino hotels on Fremont Street and there are several other hotels just off of Fremont Street. This thread from last year has lots of good info in it. This thread from about a month ago also has good info.
Be careful of Airbnb's. In 2017, Vegas authorities started cracking down on Airbnb's in the unincorporated parts of the city and a couple people got their Airbnb's canceled. More information on that is here.
It has been two years now and I think things have been settled, but if you're going to book an Airbnb, make sure it is a legal, legit one.
Even last year people had their Airbnb’s canceled, but you run that risk any time you book an Airbnb for any festival.
When should I book my hotel?
If you are planning to go to the festival and haven't booked something yet, do it now! Prices are only going to go up. Way up in some instances. Once everyone gets their festival tickets, they are going to start booking hotels.
The difference in hotel prices in April versus August can be quite staggering for a lot of the hotels.
Are the ticket and hotel packages worth it?
There have been a couple people in the past that did the math and determined that it was cheaper to buy your tickets and the hotels separately. However, that assumed that you booked the hotel early, before prices spike. If you waited too long to book the hotel, then the packages made better sense.
Since tickets haven't gone on sale yet and we don't know much about what, if any packages will be offered (at the time of this post), the math may work out very different this year.
What is the area like around the festival?
If you leave the festival grounds and walk to the Fremont Street Experience, you will be fine. Just about every other direction around the festival area can be a little sketchy at night.
There were people that stayed at the Thunderbird Hotel last year. I have met people that stayed at Hostel Cat as well. Both are OK but know they are roughly a mile away from the festival. Walking to the festival during the day is fine, but you probably don't want to walk back to those locations after the festival ends.
What if I am staying on The Strip or further away? How do I get to and from the festival each day?
You have plenty of options. You can Uber or Lyft. Getting to the festival should be easy, but be prepared for long lines and big surge pricing after the festival ends. To combat that, head out to Fremont Street for a little bit and then organize your ride.
You can also take a regular taxi. Here's a tip: if you take a taxi back, walk to one of the Fremont Street hotels and hail the taxi from there. You won't be up against hordes of other people trying to leave right outside the festival gates.
You can drive and park. The festival offers parking at the World Market and provides shuttles to and from there. I did this the first year of the festival and it was very efficient. However, they now charge per person in the car so I wouldn't recommend this option.
The city of Las Vegas opened three lots close to the festival last year for parking and you could book a spot for as little as $15 per day. Other people and businesses have provided private parking as well and the prices have been all over the place.
Finally, you can take The Deuce bus between downtown and certain hotels on The Strip. It will be the slowest method of transportation, but $8 will get you to and from the festival each day and it runs every 15-20 minutes, 24 hours a day.
What is the food and drink like inside the festival?
Food has always been a big part of this festival. They will release a food lineup before the festival and it usually quite good. If there is nothing you like or it is too expensive, you can always leave the festival for cheaper eats on Fremont Street.
As for alcohol, they have bars and a craft beer area. As you would expect, prices are inflated big time. However, you can always go into Container Park, which is contained within the festival grounds and go to the restaurants and bars in there. The businesses in there jack up food and drink prices from what they normally charge, but it will be a little cheaper than in the rest of the festival.
Can I bring food and drink inside the festival?
Outside food and drink (other than water) is not allowed. Can you sneak it in? Maybe. If you are experienced and successful at doing this at other festivals, you will probably be able to do it here as well.
For the last couple years you were allowed to bring in two sealed water bottles (up to 1 liter, I believe) that were full of water. You could bring in empty bottles and/or an empty Camelback. They have water refill stations within the festival.
What is security like?
I don't go to a lot of festivals myself, but I have found it to be the same as most other festivals.
A lot of people thought security would be tighter last year after the events in Vegas in 2017 but it really wasn’t.
What will the weather be like?
Who knows? 2015 was the first year this festival moved to September (it used to be in October). That year it was over 100 degrees each day and was pretty miserable. That was followed by two years that were quite cooler than normal. Last year was pretty damn hot again.
What should I wear?
Whatever the hell you want. No one would care.
If you only take one bit of advice though, take this: wear comfortable shoes! The vast majority of the footprint of this festival is on asphalt. Make sure your feet are properly supported. If you are one of those people (like my wife) who thinks fashion should take priority over comfort...well, do that the other 362 days of the year if you like. I personally wear my gym or running shoes. They are rather ugly, but my feet thank me at the end of the festival.
Are there official after parties?
There have been official after parties each year. I'm sure there will be some this year as well.
The last two years they have done pool parties at the Downtown Grand at 10am, so it was a “before” party.
Is VIP worth it?
Everyone is going to have a different opinion on that. There are VIP-specific bars at the two main stages. They have AC, couches and private bathrooms. There is grass on the ground for VIP at the two main stages as well and you'll have more room to enjoy yourself. Now is all that worth over double the price? Only you can answer that for yourself.
It is important to note that only two of the four stages have a VIP area.
This thread from last year had a good debate going. Same with this one from a couple months ago.
What is the bathroom situation like?
The VIP bathrooms are air conditioned and nice.
As you might expect, for GA, there are porta potties everywhere, but there are real bathrooms outside of VIP to be found if you know where to look. Container Park has them. The cooling room inside the Western, where the art is sold has them. The building where the comedians performed last year (The Venue) has them. The building where the Miss Behave Game Show was hosted last year has them.
Is the festival kid friendly?
Previously, kids under six (I think) got in for free. I don't think that makes the festival kid friendly, but if you bring kids, there is a playground area in Container Park where the kids can play.
EDIT 4/16/19: The policy has changed. Now, only kids aged two and under get in free.
What is the bag policy?
The festival started a new policy where you could only bring in a clear regular sized backpack. You could still bring in a regular sized fanny pack and drawstring bags,
Any advice on the festival?
This is the best piece of advice I have seen regarding this festival. The line about the speakers may no longer be relevant because unfortunately, it seems as though LIB has gotten rid of the speaker series but they do have a comedy lineup, so you can replace the speakers with comedians and the advice is still good.
Once again, wear comfortable shoes!
Sorry for this being so long, but I hope it was worth the read.
How do I kill 6 hours on a rainy day with a car when I've covered the strip and fremont st?
I've to check out of my hotel at 11AM tomorrow. I've to pay almost the nightly cost to extend the check out by 3 hours (yay MGM). I've decided to wait till 11AM to go eat a brunch buffet. After that, I cannot think of anything to do till 8PM when I have to get to the airport. I've been inside almost every casino in the strip and have also visited Fremont Street. I don't mind walking on the strip again, but the forecast says it is going to rain tomorrow. Any suggestions?
As the title suggests. It’s been a while since I visited Las Vegas and I want to make it work as a Vegan destination. Any tips/tricks for the best hotels, restaurants, buffets and casinos for Vegans? I’m looking at staying on the Strip but am willing to eat in Fremont or the Arts District.
I've only been playing craps for a few months. I wanted to learn before I went to Las Vegas. It was my first time in Vegas and my wife hasn't been for 10 or so years. This report is from 5/4/2019-5/18/2019. We play in Michigan and Indiana for the most part. There is a Boyd property out here we have been going to for a few years. We were able to get free rooms at the Fremont for 2 nights and Gold Coast for 2 nights. We went to MGM in Detroit once with her mom and they send us offers all the time to go to Vegas. We decided to take them up on it and were able to get 4 nights at the Luxor. I had a budget of $200/day. My goal was to play $5 craps where I could. The first weekend we spent mostly at the Fremont. I enjoyed playing at the tables with the older guys and a more relaxed crowd. Always had a $5 table open and the dealers were really nice. I tried to make some 2 way hard ways and yo's and the dealers really seemed to appreciate that. They remembered my name and were always very kind to me. One dealer even flipped the dice to 3-3 for me when he sent them my way to save me time. I really enjoyed playing there. I saw that they had a shooters club at Fremont and found it curious. I was able to roll 20 and 23 times while I was there, but that's not even close to getting on the wall. I was playing mostly the pass and 6-8 occasionally taking a 5/9 with my winnings. I didn't make much, but people around the table did. We found our way down to the D and Golden Gate on Sunday afternoon. My wife really enjoyed the Golden Gate and I did as well. Always found 5 dollar tables and at night they have the dancing dealers, which is always a nice thing to look at. Dealers were great any my wife was able to earn comps there quickly. Paid for our dinner at Pizza Rock on just her comps. The D was pretty nice too, but was very loud at night and more crowded. We had a nice room at the Luxor and spent our first day there (Thursday) walking around the hotels. I was trying to collect a dollar chip from any casino that we went into as a souvenir. Luxor was $10 everytime I was there. 2 tables open in the morning with no one playing. I asked if they would lower it to play, but they declined. We walked to Excalibur and I was able to play for $5 anytime except for Saturday night after 8. They did have a $5 crapless table, but it was crowded and I don't like it. The house edge is high. I had some coupons for match play at Planet Hollywood so I did play $10 there for about 3 shooters but I lost my money quickly. We had to make some bets for my brother at Caesars so we used his card to park there for free. I did bet one shooter there just to say I played at Caesars. As you can imagine, the nicer hotels were all $10 and up. I was able to find $5 briefly during the day at Treasure Island and played there for a little while. We went back downtown the Saturday and Sunday where we could afford to play. My wife found her home at Four Queens. She loved sitting in the Keno room and playing the live Keno and a Keno machine at the same time. She also enjoyed playing High Card Flush and Texas Holdem there. I played craps there for quite a long time, but the dealers for that shift weren't as friendly. For the most part I would win $100 somewhere and loss $100 somewhere. But I kept most of my money throughout the trip. Our last weekend we stayed at Gold Coast and played there on Thursday night. We went back downtown Friday night to play at the Golden Gate and Binions. My wife hit a jackpot in slots at Golden Gate before we left that won back all of the money we lost. We left Las Vegas even on money after paying for dinners and such. It was a really fun trip. I know with my bankroll Vegas can be tough. But we aren't fancy people so downtown was perfect for us. We earned some comps and plan to stay at a Boyd property or the D when we go back in February (we had Disneyland tickets for one day. I've never been and she hasn't been since 1998. But my wife got sick so it's an excuse to go back.). Hoping we can put the money we came back with away to use as a bankroll next time.
I just got home in Atlanta from visiting over the weekend for two days. Thought I'd share what I did to help and get suggestions for when I come back! I got a jeep rental from fox so didn't use Uber and had free parking at hotel. Paid about $25 parking on strip twice. Boyfriend said we spent about $400 when we got here, only gambled about $75. Still had fun, but not enough watching my money burn. As you can see, I'm not a party goer, I'm a simple woman, but I think I did a lot and had fun. For reference, I'm a 23 yo woc. Saturday night: Checked in to Plaza hotel, 3/10 do not recommend. Lame hotel room and casino. Boyfriend picked it out, I vlame Groupon prices lol. 3* for friendly staff and Fremont being right across the street. Great experience and it's night and day there! Pretty funny seeing that change throughout the day. Zumanity at NewYork NewYork. 7/10. We got last minute Tix the night before for $45/each. Totally worth it. The show is 18+ and is sexy. Still haven't been to a strip club, but this was a nice way to see artsy nudity. lol I wish we sat front row to participate in the show, Our balcony seats were awesome. We walked around NYNY and liked their casino floor much better than Plazas. Herbs and Rye, 10/10. I thought the experience was great. We took advantage of their happy hour at midnight. YES to half off steaks, IDC if it's late!! I got the filet and my boyfriend got the ribeye. Perfectly cooked with delicious Mac and cheese and spinach. 23yo me couldn't say no to the Painkiller and loved it. It's not on the strip and is dark on the inside, but I thought it was an awesome restaurant. Sad we couldn't go back on Sunday 😢 Sunday Hoover Dam, 9/10. I learned that I am nothing. The world is incredible. People are amazingly brilliant. I loved the drive into Boulder City. We actually stopped for breakfast on Lake Mead at Harbor House. They had the Titans game on so I was good, even if it was for other reasons. Fremont Street, 10/10. Pretty interesting scene. It's like the alternative version of the strip. I loved it. Stopped by Pizza Rock, 8/10 for pizza. Got a few different slices Togo. I loved their Detroit pepperoni 😍 AGT show at Paris, 6/10. If you're ever interested in going to one of those shows in Vegas. Don't go. Save money for a better hotel on the strip 😉. Seriously, the acts were only good cause of seeing them live. Zumanity was so much more fun. Las Vegas strip at Night 9/10! It's basically times square x10000. I loved it. I got to see the lights all lit up, the Belligio fountain show, and even some late night shopping. I loved walking thru the different casinos, it reminded me of the movies. Miss congeniality is probably my favorite 😂 Monday Red Rock Canyon, 10/10. Surprised with a free day! Totally worth the early start time. I really enjoyed the drive into Red Rock. I will definitely be back to hike or do more off roading. Rosati's pizza 9/10. I was craving pizza again and took a chance on good pizza before we headed back to ATL with no good pizza . I got their Chicago pizza and it was surprisingly good! It was on our way back from red rock. I'd give them a try if there's one around. Las Vegas Sign 9/10. Final drive through the strip during the day. Still amazed at everything. Stopped by the sign on our way to return the car. Didn't plan that but it was worth it!
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