From: "Patti Beadles"
Date: Fri, 09 Aug 2013 14:08:46 -0700
Subject: [BARGE] Patti's Trip Anecdotes

I can't imagine writing a narrative I-did-this-then-this-then-that
trip report.  My memory isn't that good, and even if it was I
wouldn't find it interesting to write.  Instead, here are some
anecdotes from the trip.


The Most Blatant Pickup Attempt Ever
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I'm heading across Fremont Street on my way to the banquet, and a 
guy stops me.  "Hey, are you with that party down the street?" He's 
maybe early 30s, with sandy blond hair and a goatee, and a shy smile 
that belies his boldness.

"No."

He seems disappointed.  "Oh, I thought you might be.  Are you single?"

"No, not really."

Now he seems really disappointed.  "Oh well, have a good evening."

"You too!"  I start to walk away.

"Hey, do you want my phone number?"


Meow
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All-female chowaha game, with a very feisty dealer.  Both the dealer
and the player in this exchange shall remain nameless, unless the player 
decides to identify herself.

Player:  "I'm such a pussy!"

Dealer:  "You are what you eat."


Extended Fantasy
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Open-face, Saturday night after the chicklaha game broke... I manage
to get into fantasyland.  While the poor schmoes played their hands
normally, I went to fantasyland... which was the other end of the
table.  Very few of my fantasies involve sitting at a poker table, 
but perhaps I digress.

I sort my cards... three eights, three fives, two nines, two jacks, K73.  
I know how I'd set this normally, but... I put it down as eights full
of jacks, fives full of nines, king high.

As I move back down toward the guys who were about to get screwed
a second time, the floorman (whose name I'm blanking on) says, "I
don't want to interrupt your hand, but I'm curious about why you set
it that way."

"Easy.  If you play a full house in the middle you get 12 points in
royalties, and you stay in fantasyland."  And your opponents each pay 
you 19 points, which doesn't suck either.

Poor schmoes.


Closing Down the Poker Room
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Saturday evening/Sunday morning, 4:26 a.m.  We're playing open-face,
in the corner of the room.  but I'm getting tired.  "I give.  I need 
to get some sleep, I think."

The game breaks.  I turn around to find a rack, and notice that we
were the last table going.  "Hey!  We closed down the poker room!"


The Last Drive-By Toke
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Late Monday night I walk over to Binions to get rid of some stray
chips that I'd accumulated.  There's one game going, a half-full
2-4 limit holdem.  I toss two bucks to the dealer... Maryann, I
think... and then cash the rest out.

Seeing the poker room so empty could only mean one thing:  BARGE was
over for another year.