Introduction: What an honor to be quoted so extensively at one of the premier go to sources in journalism. No, not The Wall Street Journal. Not The Washington Post. Not even the Chicago Tribune. I’m talking about the official Jack Daniels website, of course.
A writer from the Jack Daniels website called me up recently and wanted to know something about poker etiquette.
The sour irony that the widespread popularity of the writer’s own product has been at least partially responsible for the subversion of etiquette in more social gatherings than just poker games wasn’t entirely lost on me. Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy an occasional drink, now and then, and relish the prospect of an open bottle of Jack Daniels and several shot glasses strewn out across the green felt of any table. I say, deal the cards and let the free pouring begin.
That said, the cozy bond between your typical friendly poker game and the consumption of an adult beverage remains unbroken. Who doesn’t enjoy a cold beer or a cocktail while playing cards among friends? Even within professional poker circles including high-stakes games, I’ve always thought the cause-effect relationship between drinking and poor play was a bit overstated.
[Writer’s Note: See more photos of “The Lakes, Nevada” below]
When people ask me where I live — I answer “Las Vegas.”
However, when asked this same question by someone local, that calls for a more specific answer. My reply is that I live in a section of Las Vegas called “The Lakes.”
The Lakes seems like an odd name for a residential community anchored in the middle of the desert. I can’t blame people when they get confused, hearing about “lakes.” Some misunderstand the reference and think I live way out near Lake Mead. Others associate the name with “Lake Las Vegas” — a ritzy golf course development with million-dollar homes located on the eastern edge of the city.
Actually, The Lakes is located right smack in the middle of town on the west side. It’s about seven miles away from the Las Vegas Strip (a.k.a. Las Vegas Blvd.). It’s bordered by Durango to the east, and Hualapai to the west — then Sahara to the north, and Desert Inn to the south. If you keep on heading west from where I live, the next development towards the mountains is called Summerlin, which most people have at least heard of. Not so, with The Lakes.
The Lakes has an interesting history. In today’s column, I’m going to tell you more about The Lakes and convey its uniqueness as a desert paradise, and a really nice place to live.
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If your aspiration is to dine with me on some early evening between the dates of May 25th and July 16th, it’s highly recommended that you forward your request to me now, because my social and entertainment calendar will most certainly fill up to full capacity. Imagine the despair of boarding an airline and traveling all the way from your home to Las Vegas, only to have your last-minute invitation denied because I’ve already made a commitment to someone else on that night. Don’t let this humiliation happen to you!
The inaugural American Poker Awards presentation was held Friday night at the SLS Hotel in Beverly Hills, CA. The awards ceremony and a preceding all-day conference were created and organized by Alexandre Dreyfus, CEO of the Global Poker Index and the Hendon Mob. Call this poker’s equivalent of the Oscars, which was intended to recognize the game’s most accomplished players over the previous year, as well as honor those who work the elevate and grow the game behind the scenes.
Here are some of my personal experiences and observations on what turned out to be quite a memorable day and evening:
I attended a Super Bowl party at a friend’s house on Sunday.
What I didn’t expect was the sauna and steam bath that came along with a small living room crammed full of people. This is what happens due to poor planning. A disaster. The whole place turns into a fucking sweatbox. If he invites me next year, I’m showing up in a bathing suit. I’m also bringing a fan and a cooler full of ice cubes. Then, maybe he’ll get the message.