A cat with wings
In the last 3 years, how many times have you visited Las Vegas for pleasure (not business)?
Three to six times
Seven to ten times
Eleven to fifteen times
More than fifteen times
Ah. "Just when I thought I was out, they keep pulling me back in!" LOL.
After at least a dozen trips to Las Vegas last year, I've only been to Sin City once this year, at the end of February with Sham. In three years, my visits there are off the survey charts.
I'm trying to be good. I feel like I can do just as much with toasters online than in Nevada's most glamorous poker palaces. Multitabling, bonuses and rake-free poker sweeten the pot against surly fish, smoke from across the rail and the boredom of waiting for a single table.
Still, I can't wait to go there in July for the blogger weekend. I won't know too many people there, but it'll be fun. It's my second city.
The Venetian. Red Rock Casino. South Coast. I can't wait to see the new poker rooms and pick up chips from there. But even more, I can't wait to settle into my routine NL toaster hunting at the Excalibur. Being around when Count Dooku dumps his chips again at the MGM. And playing in Bellagio, which has the Yankee Stadium of poker rooms.
It's a slow day at work. Giovanna is planning a trip to Cancun. I think of days back before the War on Toasters when the cat would explore. I went to Cancun in 2003, during the last week of U.S. spring break and, on the townie side, Carnival. It was an interesting difference in cultures. Twice my rental almost ran out of gas on the Autopista but it was worth seeing Chichen Itza and other ruins on the other side of the Yucatan.
Since poker, I've really cut down on my travel. I do regret not going to London last spring with my folks -- I could have been like CC and met up with Mr. and Mrs. Poker Sweet Home and played at the Gutshot and elsewhere.
My folks have wanted me to return with them to Thailand, where my folks lived for three years, but I've turned it down. I've been there twice and nearly 24 hours of in-plane time really cuts down on your ability to burn bonuses.
Today is a great flying day. In four hours, I could be in Costa Rica. But I'd rather be sticking around, eating popcorn at my desk and multitabling. I'd rather be doing that than, say, spending a weekend in nearby Tunica.
Is it addiction? Maybe it's realizing that after countless trips, there's no place like home. Not home as in Seattle, where next month a state law will kick in against online gaming.
Maybe I should be traveling, to a non-pokery place for non-pokery purposes. But not right now.