The Worst Winner

With my WSOP dream over, it dawned on me that there was still a whole bunch of things I wanted to see and do in Vegas. Despite living it up in Vegas, we were essentially broke. We hadn’t intended on even having a summer holiday at all but then I won the satellite in a “freeroll” and Mrs Mack wasn’t going to be left at home so we scraped together the little spare cash we had to cover her flight (the package I won only really covered me) and planned to make the most of it. Mrs Mack and I had spent our first morning exploring the Palazzo-Venetian resort, it's a massive shopping mall, in faux Venice stylings with a fake blue sky painted on the ceiling, with two casinos either side of the canal. Most of the stores were so fashionable or cool that I had never heard of them but the price tags spoke for themselves. I'm not really sure if these shops are just for show because I didn't see anyone shopping in any of them. Eventually we stumbled across the food court, finally some...

I awoke at 4am, 3 weeks after winning a $3000 WSOP package with PKR. The alarm wasn't due to go off for another hour yet but clearly my first trip to Las Vegas had me buzzing in anticipation. Mrs Mack, was making the trip out with me, she's got no interest in poker but wasn't going to miss out on a holiday to Las Vegas. We arrived mid afternoon and it was hot, crazy hot, I can't stress that enough, it’s hot in Las Vegas. After a quick taxi ride we got checked into the Palazzo which is like the newer half of the Venetian hotel (you know the one with the gondolas) and headed up through the casino to our room. Although it was 4pm in Vegas, it would have been midnight back in the UK and having been awake since 4am, we just wanted to go to sleep. I have to say I was pretty envious of Mrs Mack at this point, while she got to relax in our lovely hotel suite, I was faced with heading back out for the PKR Welcome Party. While I would like to think I'm an affable kinda guy...