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 jackpot.

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.