The VictoryPoker trip to Cancun basically consisted of eating, partying and hanging out on the beach with hot girls. It wasn’t exactly what you’d consider hard work, but we were there to promote the site, and we handed out more pairs of booty shorts and tank tops than I can count. So: Mission accomplished!
One night we joined 7,000 people in a jam-packed club to watch Akon performing. By day, we trawled the beaches, cameramen in tow, chatting with girls in bikinis and setting things up for the coming night. We must have been doing okay because at one point, the crew from Girls Gone Wild began trailing us and filming from behind.
One highlight of the trip promised to be the day we took out a pair of 65-foot yachts. The guys who run VictoryPoker don’t fool around and they made sure that we had top-notch vessels with all the trimmings: full bar, on-boat chef, kick-ass sound system, and a fleet of jet skis. Of course we were out partying on the night before yachting day. I slept in and by the time I got down to the beach, I was saddened to the see the boats anchored in the distance.
They appeared to be about 200 yards out from the beach, and I made the snap-decision to swim for it. I got about one-quarter of the way there when I realized I would never make it. Totally bummed, I swam back to shore where I ran into Dan Blitz. He said he would take a shot. About four minutes later, he reached the boat and sent a life raft for me. It turned out that a bunch of the guys hadn’t yet made it to the yacht at that point, but I still felt like a little bitch.

This was definitely the best day of the Cancun adventure. I was hung-over and drinking my way back to being a functioning human being. Each boat was loaded with 25 of the best looking girls in town and it felt like a total party. We went all around Cancun, which was a really nice way to see the place. Everybody got completely smashed and some of the guys and girls needed to take naps in the yacht’s various bedrooms. It was a fantastic day and a good way to wrap up to my time in Mexico.

Some of the other guys were staying on but four days were plenty for me. I can only party so much! The next afternoon I got a cab to the airport and planned on putting the fare on my credit card. When the driver pulled in, though, he told me that he doesn’t take credit cards. I had no cash and it turned into this weird situation where the driver was threatening to take my luggage hostage. Finally, we worked out a deal in which I gave him my Raybans in lieu of cash.
It was an expensive cab ride but nothing that I couldn’t fade. The real headache came when I got inside the terminal and found out that I had missed my flight home to Las Vegas. So it was back to Cancun for another day. Rather than re-checking into the Grand Oasis – which is a great place for wild pool parties but awful for good service and nice accommodations – I went with Fatality and a group of Swedish high-stakes players to the Marriott. They secured a 3,000-square-foot suite, with four balconies (one of which had a telescope aimed at the pool) and I got the room next door. We still went to the Grand Oasis to party, but I definitely appreciated the Marriott’s excellent food, great service and international-grade amenities.
When I finally did get to the airport on time, I had a slight dust-up over a lost immigration card and probably got ripped off when they forced me to buy another card (that makes absolutely no sense, unless you are in the business of scamming gringos). Overall, I had a good time in Mexico, but I still can’t figure out how Alec Torelli convinced me to leave the greatest city in the world to go there. Now that I am back, I plan on staying in my apartment for a month and playing a ton of online poker. Look out, grinders!
One last shameless plug before I sign off: Check me out tonight on High Stakes Poker. It should be a good one

