PHIL NGUYEN

I’m currently typing this in one of the master suites at the Water Club Hotel, the recent expansion at the Borgata. I’m not sure what I did in my past life to deserve this, but I was probably a previous incarnation of Mother Theresa. I can say with 99% due certainty that this will be the nicest hotel room I will have ever stayed in (there is a non-zero percent chance that my honeymoon suite ends up being more ridiculous than this, but that is highly unlikely unless I lucksack my way to a WSOP Main Event win!). There are two bedrooms each with its own bathroom. There is a living room and and a dining area. There is a massage parlor and a mini bar. There are three 40″ LCD’s hanging on the wall and smaller ones in the bathrooms. The decor is modern and everything is just lovely. The suite is on the top floor and there is beautiful view of downtown Atlantic City. I don’t think I will ever describe AC as beautiful ever again, but every place has their shining moment, no? Mostly everything is granite or mahogany or other assorted expensive materials and there are scultures and artwork and the whole bit. That might have been a run on sentence of some sort, but that is the least of my concerns at the moment. Of course, the best part is that all the accomodations were free, and that makes everything a gazillion times better.

Addendum: I wasn’t going to mention how this wonderful situation fell into my lap, but was told I would be a “huge asshole” if I didn’t, though I’m not sure that’s the case anyway. Long story short, KSK knows someone who knows someone who is the vice president at the Borgata. So ship the free $2000/night suite. This will be the last time I cater to anyone’s request on this blog, but this may (?) be well deserved. People always say it’s not what you know, but who you know. I think that phrase is fucking stupid. But maybe those people are on to something.

ANYWAY, the reason I’m in Atlantic City for the night is because I saw Girl Talk again. This is the third time in the past two weeks and I cannot say that I am disappointed. The Pool at Harrah’s isn’t the greatest venue, I don’t think, but it definitely was not the same old club scene that I feel Girl Talk is accustomed too. The acoustics were lacking, but you didn’t have to be an audiophile to enjoy this show. He played a completely different setlist when I saw him earlier this month and back in August, and I’m not sure I like the newer stuff too much but that’s usually to be expected when you want to hear things you are familiar with.

I did not gamble much this trip. I threw dice for maybe an hour which resulted in a small profit. Cutting off my session short was most likely a good move however as I was pretty intoxicated and not very coherent at the time. I don’t think I’m a world beater by any means, but I am probably an above average dice shooter. My only roll last night (early this morning?) lasted for about twenty minutes, and I scored three points and other various money making rolls. Some fine gentlemen were kind enough to tip me, which I didn’t think was warranted since I didn’t even shoot entirely well, but I’ll take any buck I can get! I don’t think anyone else at the table scored a point while I was there. That is fairly frustrating but what can ya do.

Casinos are a very strange place. It’s a bizarre mixture of old people, degenerates, and young people looking to get drunk on the cheap. These people are on the bottom tier of the hierarchy of life. In fact, I couldn’t name other demographics that I’d want to be around any less. Of course, my profession is that of a professional gambler so I’m not sure how much standing I have on that. I’m going to quit this blog now since my room service is soon to be arriving! Is french toast the best thing for a hangover cure? We will see!