Just got back from Cancun, and I can tell you that it was fun. A lot of fun. Maybe even too much fun. One thing I learned for sure is that I have my limits when it comes to partying – and they don’t come close to reaching those of the college kids who were down there for spring break. Having spent the last few years living in Vegas, as a professional poker player, I thought that my friends and I hit it pretty hard. But I forgot about how you party when you’re 19 years old and don’t have a care in the world. Now I remember.

Our trip was three-pronged: Have fun, promote VictoryPoker, create video content for the site. I flew to Mexico with Dan “Blitz” Bilzerian, Alec Torelli (who planned the trip and talked me into going), my friend Justin Collins (he’s an Internet-affiliate advertiser), four high-stakes players from Sweden, the VictoryPoker camera crew, and a handful of other guys.

We checked into the Grand Oasis Cancun, a big hotel where all the outrageous pool parties take place. There was no air conditioning in the lobby, and that was definitely a bad sign. Some members of our group were sharing rooms that were supposed to have two queen-sized beds, but they got stuck with single kings – which meant sharing beds. The wait to check in was 2 HOURS. Clearly, we were no longer in Vegas. But, 50 beers later, none of that fazed us.

That night, after dinner, we all went to a club called Daddy O’s. We reserved eight tables and VictoryPoker had secured the right to videotape there. The thing about this club is that you pay $60 to get in and all the drinks are included. But the place was completely mobbed and it’s impossible to get to the bar. So we ordered 10 bottles for our tables before discovering that this group of local thugs had taken one of them.

Unlike in Vegas, there is no security here. We had to take matters into our own hands. Unfortunately, Blitz is the only bonafide tough-guy among us, and he had opted to stay in on the first night. So Alec took it upon himself to deal with the situation. In typical Torelli fashion, he rationally explained that we had paid for the table and very politely asked the guys to leave. Their response was straightforward: “Go fuck yourself.” So we commandeered seven of our eight tables and paid a few waiters to serve as security for the rest of the night.

Things improved from there. We settled in, drinks began flowing, cameras began rolling, and, in no time at all, there were lots of beautiful girls hanging out with us. I’d like to tell you that it’s because of our good looks and magnetic personalities, but, uhm, no. The truth is that TV cameras attract women like moths to a flame. In no time at all, the girl-to-guy ratio approached standard Vegas levels. We began to feel more at home.

At first we told the girls that we’re poker players. But then, several shots into the night, somebody started spreading a rumor that the Swedish players were actually Scandinavian rock stars, members of Swedish Tilt, the biggest band in that part of the world. It was a lot of fun, and it became even more fun after me and a couple of guys from the camera crew joined two Playboy playmates on stage for shots. That’s pretty much how the night at Daddy O’s wound down. Our big discovery of the evening was the important role that a camera plays when trying to meet hot girls in Cancun. From this point onward, cameras (even ones that have been sapped of battery power) will serve as our wingmen.

Check out my next blog to find out about yachting adventures and what happens when you don’t have enough cash on you to pay a Mexican taxi driver. Starting soon, you’ll be able to read these reports from my life on www.coinflip.com. I’m honored to be posting there alongside great players who include Lars Luzak and Ziigmund, who definitely inspired me to party hard in Cancun. I figure that if you’re going to post with Ziigmund, you better be able to drink like Ziigmund.

Also, my episodes of High Stakes Poker begin airing this Sunday night. Check it out, and check back to read a behind-the-scenes report.