I just got home from Harrah's. I bought in for $100, played for an hour or so, tipped the dealer $5, and got up from the poker table with $223. I played really tight. I bet so aggressively that everyone just got mad and folded, and the only time I did show down, I had the nut straight. It's a pretty good feeling to sit down at the poker table populated with tipsy hipsters in clubwear while I'm unshaven and wearing a concert t-shirt and flip flops. . . then proceed to dominate.