Sometimes the best parts of the WSOP
are those random nights where nobody really expects to do anything but the
great Random Number Generator that is the Universe, spins it's way to a
I love those nights.
I'm not really big on crazy parties or
clubs although I've had some pretty incredible nights at clubs during crazy parties.
It seems though that as the summers fly by, I prefer the random nights.
Like catching up at the Hooker Bar at the
Rio for drinks with my friend Al (also known as Alcanthang).
Thanks to @brdpoker for the photo!
Or heading downtown
for steaks at Binion's and then low stakes mixed games where the locals are
literally pushing each other out of the way to get onto our tables. Or a really
fun, totally chilled out night spent at Insert Coins with some of my friends
who had a night off from working the media rail at the World Series.
For those of you who haven't been there,
Insert Coins is a bar near Freemont Street in Las Vegas. It's unique selling
point is that it's stuffed full of any kind of arcade game that you can think
of. Even better, for just $25 per person in drinks for the whole night, you can
rent out a table with any two consoles of your choice and just game your
brains out for hours.
My particular poison was Street Fighter on
SNES. It's been a long damn time since I worked a controller but it's just like
falling off a bike. And I've always been really good at falling off of bikes.
After manfully trying to drink $25 worth of
cut-price Red Stripes in a couple of hours, I was almost convinced to enter the
Michael Jackson dance contest that the bar was running. Thankfully as I was
warming up, I saw some of the REAL competition and wisely sobered up enough to
shrink back with the rest of the wallflowers.
Wow. Seriously. These people could DANCE.
There was this tiny little Hawaiian dude there who could actually bounce on his
head. Repeatedly. His breakdancing skills were ridiculously good but as they
weren't technically 'MJ' enough, he didn't end up winning.
Once the new pseudo-king of pop was
crowned, the dance floor filled up with those of us who had been dying to bust
a move since the music had started. Chip Bitch even did the worm.
I fucking love spontaneous dance parties.