VOODOO
After busting in yesterdays event, we went to check out some WSOP action and get food at the Rio. A player we know in Brighton has a bracelet win already and finished second last night, so Sussex doing well so far…
We went to the Voodoo Lounge for food, a very decent steak & fish place at the top of the Rio with an amazing view over Vegas. They do a dangerous cocktail there called a ‘witchdoctor’, which contains every alcohol you can think of, plus some fruit. And dry ice.
Witchdoctor cocktails at the Voodoo Lounge
The view from the Voodoo Lounge, top of the Rio
Weirdness transpired. We’d finished the food for the most part, and were drinking and chatting, when a clearly hammered/crazy woman came up to our table and started talking to Ivens and eating all the food he’d left. She wolfed down a ton of shrimp, lobster and crab, talking the whole time. She finished off by getting her breasts out and shoving Will’s head in them.
This is weird
In the cab on the way back to the Bellagio the driver embarked on a non-stop comedy monologue about how he spent the day naked with his girlfriend and a bottle of bourbon, and she got up to cook bacon but wouldn’t put a t-shirt on, so came back to bed covered in grease and smelling of bacon, and they shagged a lot, coz bacon smells good I suppose.
It was all fairly surreal 
Today I busted after a few hours play when read that my pocket 10’s were ahead on the turn and subsequently found that I was drawing dead to a set of kings, so I was about as wrong as it’s humanly possible to be Still, I’d actually be less happy if I had folded, coz in that case it would have meant I didn’t trust my instincts and wimped out. Shit happens.
El Diablo’s for dinner tonight – great food, awesome margaritas