A Vegas Poker Story
Sometimes, at a poker table, I meet people who are fun to be around. Other times, not so much. Here’s a recent example of the latter.
Sometimes, at a poker table, I meet people who are fun to be around. Other times, not so much. Here’s a recent example of the latter.
I’m back from another poker weekend in Las Vegas, where temperatures were over 110 degrees, an iconic casino became a thing of the past, and I came home with stories to share with you.
Here’s how seeing women dangling their feet in tubs of water while tiny fish nibbled on them triggered a nightmarish memory I had suppressed.
Here are some more stories from new Vegas venues I visited over the weekend — and why The Sphere was not among them.
Here are some stories from my weekend in Las Vegas, including a stroll down Fremont Street and why I didn’t pay $60 just for the privilege of walking into this giant pool / sportsbook complex.
The closure this week of the Tropicana hotel/casino in Las Vegas brought back some memories of the times I was there — and several other long-defunct places on The Strip.