Yesterday I woke and did my daily cardio workout. Lately I’ve been doing 10 minutes on the bike followed by 5 minutes of jump-rope, push-ups and sit-ups, a 10 minute run the treadmill, running up 22 flights of stairs, than a 10 minute cool-down on either the bike or elliptical. I’ve been doing this for about 4 weeks and have already lost 5lbs. I’m looking to slim down some for all the girlie’s at pool parties this summer, but it’s hard to keep weight off in Vegas, it is after all the land of excess.

After my workout I played poker online for a few hours. I got absolutely crushed, losing $40,000 at 25/50. This is a decent sized loss for me, as I normally get my money in way ahead so it’s not often I lose that much. Feeling slightly bummed I went over to the poker frat house, a 10,000sq foot house that is being rented by aejones, Travis Rice, Max Greenwood, Peter Jetten, Todd Sicily, Mario Silversti, Jimmie23, g-p- and a few people I’m forgetting; sorry J. Anyways, they had only moved in four days ago and the place was already trashed. It’s hilarious to see these mansions owned by poker players get degraded to the level of college fraternity houses. I’m glad I have my own condominium this summer ; I don’t think I could of put up another year of ant infestations, two-week old food, and empty beer cans everywhere (Last year the house assistant Melia did a wonderful job but I’m skeptical about this year)!

Over at the house I smoked a joint then started to play some F.I.F.A. with g-p. I heard about some sick F.I.F.A. matches in Monaco played between Genuis28 and Ansky played for up to $5,000 a match, so I really wanted to work on my game to supplement my income. Sadly, I suck and got my ass handed to me and even worse I sucked so bad that it would have been impossible to make a good line to get some real gambling going on. While intense F.I.F.A matches were being played, aejones and jimmy were playing a bachi ball match; and the loser of the match would have to play in the $1500 event today dressed as a ‘douchebag’, wearing a yellow Ralph Lauren vest, with nothing underneath and a pair of yellow sunglasses. It was a very flaming outfit and I left before I got to find out who lost. By the time I left I really thought I was going to miss the camaraderie, competition, and sick gambling that goes on in a house full of poker playersÖ