I woke up Friday feeling refreshed and ready to go. My plan was to play in the Venetian $550 deepstack while Jason and Justin were going to go play Binion's 2pm. I went and grabbed a light snack and off to the Venetian I went. Early in the tournament, I pick up KK in the sb and raised to 450 (blinds 25/50) behind 2 limpers. BB calls and the limpers fold. I don't remember the board but by the river it read something like 98652 and 3 hearts. There was one card to a straight and danger everywhere. I bet about 3/4 the pot on the flop. Around 1200 on the turn and he raised me to 3K and I called. I check the river and he bet 5K. I swear, it was about 10 mins into the tournament. I laid the hand down as I read him for a set. I was left with around 6K out of the original 10K. The next significant hand was in the 2nd round when I called a raise with AQ out of the blinds and we saw a flop 3 way. Flop brings A rag rag, rainbow. Having just a little over the pot left, I push and was called by A10 diamonds. He went running diamonds and I was knocked out. DAMN AQ! I check my watch and still had time to make the 2pm Binions, pretty sad. I took a cab and got there right when the cards were going to go in the air and was able to enter. There were over 500 entries and I lasted until 45th (Top 36th cashed). I went out when 1010 lost to AK. I played really well, picking my spots, stayed above average, but couldn't win the last 3 races. Lost 2 races against shorter stacks and then I became the short stack. You have to win those races in these tournaments or you're toast. Met up with Jason O and Justin (who got knocked out earlier) at the Las Vegas Club and played some crazy blackjack. Rules were: blackjack paid even money, if you draw 6 cards you automatically win, and you can double on any of your first 4 cards. So say you have 23, draw a 3 (8) and draw another 3 (11), you can DOUBLE DOWN! At one point, I had a $200 hand where I had some weird 5 card combination of aces, deuces, and threes totaling 19 or 20 and Justin is yelling at me to hit, Jason is yelling double down and I'm drunk and totally confused. The pit boss comes running over saying you can't double down but you should hit and automatically win. Remember, I'm drunk and confused. So I hit, I win and were hi fiving each other. Good times. We played for a little while longer and just kept getting hammered. We were drinking these 50 oz vodka/redbulls where the mixture is 1 can redbull and the rest vodka. Very potent drink! Long story short, somehow we got separated on Fremont Street, I lost my ass gambling (-$$$$), and the rest of Friday night was a blur. Woke up Saturday and felt like I was hit by a Semi Truck. Moral of the story: don't drink and gamble.