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The CAC2005 Amsterdam :guitar: Photo Album
Houston we have a problem….
Yes, we missed the flight to Amsterdam! During a layover in Houston I walked into a Brookstone store and found a $3,500 massage chair that would have put the best Shiatsu Masseuse out of business and became a little too relaxed.
As we reach Gate D12 panic, anger and disbelief came over me as I watched the plane leave the runway, and boy Mari was pissed off at me. Just my luck I was traveling with the president’s assistant. I mean the last time a woman looked at me like that it came with divorce papers.
We finally landed in Amsterdam a day late and exhausted from the nine-hour flight. Upon arrival we saw Sting, Thomas Jensen and Jenny Woo from Gambling911 as well as Johnny D. from Earthquake Media.
“I guess we will see you guys at the Casino Partners’ party tonight at the Mansion.” Sounds innocent enough but remember we are talking about Sting and his Paparazzi media team.
Simon and the Betcom Babes!
By the time we got to the NH Grand Krasnapolsky Hotel, Simon was a basket case. I was supposed to be there the day before to get all our publicity material and set up the booth for the convention.
“I can’t believe you missed the flight Marty, everything is in your name, we need to go to customs, the sky is falling, the sky is falling!”
I’ve never met anyone with bigger Chicken Little syndrome. I let Simon twirl around in a panic for a few minutes and then reminded him that we had to go to the airport now to pick up the Betcom Babes.
“Should I wear a hat? Is my hair messed up? Maybe I should change my shirt.”
“Sorry Simon, we gotta go man, they will be here in an hour.”
I could understand his anguish though, here we were picking up these gorgeous models and we looked like Abbot and Costello impersonators. We get to the airport with a half hour to spare and their flight is delayed 45 minutes. Simon was driving me up the walls; he literally could not sit still.
“What if they got stuck in transit? What if they missed the flight? Seriously, should I keep the cap on?”
They got in just fine and from the time we left the airport all eyes were on us. You couldn’t ask for better publicity. The Betcom Babes and GC Money were making a big splash in Amsterdam!
The ‘Casino Partners’ party
As my punishment for being late, I was put in charge of setting up for the show while everyone else went to the Casino Partners’ party.
“Oh well, no big deal, I didn’t want to go to the party anyway. Yeah right! “ I finally got everything set up and it was close to midnight at this time. I didn’t want to go at that point and should have followed my gut, but curiosity got the best of me.
By the time I got there the party was in full swing – Johnny D, Earthquake Media; Mike Foreman, BetUs; Scott F., Sportsbook.fm; tons of other affiliates; and off course Sting, Jenny and Thomas. Jenny walks right up to me and plants a huge kiss on me, and off course I reciprocated.
“Marty, what are you doing, get out of there man?” I could hear Johnny trying to warn me as I saw the flash of the camera hit me. Before I knew what was happening, we were getting absolutely ridiculous in front of the camera and were having a blast until…
‘Smile your on candid camera’! The next day our pictures were plastered all over Gambling911 and we looked like the Spring Break episode of Girls Gone Wild! The boss was not 100% happy about it either! We couldn’t shake the paparazzi team. By the second day of the conference I was looking under my bed for cameras.
Make sure to check out the photos posted on http://www.gcmoney.com
The ‘Red Light’ District
We left the party to go check out the world famous Red Light District. Folks, let me tell you, everything you heard about the place is true. Absolutely the seediest place I have ever been and that means a lot coming from me! There you find red lights around the windows for the woman and blue light for the transvestites.
In Amsterdam the “blue light special” takes on a whole new meaning!!!
Live sex shows, sex shops on every corner, porno theaters, prostitution and drugs are all available literally within a one-mile radius. The last time I was surrounded by this many low life’s I was waiting to get released from county.
Amsterdam gets a bad rap though. It’s not just dope and hookers, there are centuries of wonderful history and beautiful museums to explore like the Anne Frank House and the Van Gogh Museum, which are really more my style. On my last day I took off with two of the babes to check out Keukenhof, the 80-acre tulip park in Lisse, just south of Amsterdam.
Make sure to check out the photos posted on http://www.gcmoney.com
The conference
8 a.m. It’s time for the conference; gotta pick up the girls and head down to the booth. As we headed down to the convention area all eyes were on us. It was my first trip with the Betcom Babes and they generated the attention we were looking for!
“Check out those tiny knickers mate, their bums are hangin’ out!”
Amber, Brandy, Rachelle and Sara were like movie stars minus the attitude and by lunchtime they had to go up stairs to get more personalized photos to sign. Men and woman were coming up to the table to get autographed portraits, take pictures or chat with the girls.
I gotta tell you, I met a lot more affiliates, affiliate managers and other industry people then ever before, unfortunately what they mostly asked me was…“Hey Marty, where are those Betcom Babes?” In all seriousness though, we signed up half a dozen new affiliates that day and spoke with many more attendees that had heard great things about GC Money.
Above all else, most were impressed that GC Money has paid out close to half a million dollars to affiliates since September of last year. This year promises to pay double that amount! The conference was a huge success and I want to thank Marc Lesnick for once again putting on a great show. Simon, the gorgeous Betcom Babes and myself are looking forward to seeing you in September for CAC2005 in Las Vegas.
The boat cruise
The affiliate manager for Casino Blasters personally came over to make sure we were bringing the babes to the huge boat party. “Make sure you bring those girls to the Super Boat Cruiser party tonight!” It was packed, must have been 300 people on that boat!
Now, you would expect that by the time we got there everyone would be liquored up and ready to set sail, not so! Everyone I spoke with was so banged up from the night before or too afraid to make an ass off themselves in front of Gambling911 that it actually started out very mellow. Maybe we should shake things up, I thought?
They started playing an old Michael Jackson tune and that was my queue. I jumped up on one of the couches and started mimicking Michael Jackson moves. If it’s too difficult to imagine a bald white guy that weighs 210 lbs mimicking Michael Jackson, go to the http://www.gcmoney.com slide show and take a gander.
The boat cruise was tons of fun. Thanks again to Casino Blasters and Casino Pays, our gracious hosts.
The coffee shops
“Hey, let’s go to a coffee shop before we go back to the hotel!” It sounded harmless enough but remember, we are in Amsterdam. We walked into the first place called the Grasshopper! Are you kidding me? The Grasshopper? Now that’s comedy.
Not since college had I walked into a room where a cloud of smoke hit me on the way in and the entire place looked like it was decorated by Grateful Dead groupies. Very cliché, but highly entertaining, no pun intended.
Since this is not my bag, I left with Sarah and Brandy to go to a real coffee shop. News Flash: In Amsterdam the coffee shops do not serve coffee!!! Every single coffee shop on the way back to the hotel was a tribute to Bob Marley. Throw me a frickin’ bone here people! How are you supposed to keep these pot heads up without a cup a Joe already! We finally ended up at a little donut stand in front of the hotel that only served donuts. I guess the one drug they don’t consume in Amsterdam is caffeine!!!
Prescription Drugs
8 a.m. the phone rings It’s Amber. “Marty, my eye is swollen shut!” You have got to be kidding me! I called down to the front desk and asked if they had any antibiotics. Now here’s the kicker, folks: You can’t buy so much as an aspirin without a prescription in this place. I tried to buy Visine for her at the pharmacy and they said I needed a prescription!
“Sorry sir, we can’t sell you Visine but I can sell you a pound of some primo hydroponic blueberry bud!!!”
Vegas and Amsterdam, some serious thought went into choosing these two locations! “Hey Marc, you might want to think of holding the conference in a place other than Sin City 1 and Sin City 2!” I think I’ll mention that to Marc when I see him in Vegas.
Talk about banged up. Seriously, Vegas wasn’t this crazy and I remember guys in Vegas by the second day mumbling, “I gotta get out of here man, seriously, I gotta get out of here!”
FREE BEER!
The 2nd day of the conference, and tumble weeds were rolling through the convention hall. Where is everybody I thought? They must be recovering. Lunch time came around and all of a sudden there were affiliates everywhere. “I’ll see you in main the auditorium for the final panel speech…Yeah, the one where they hand out the FREE BEER!”
Now I get it, these guys were up in time to fuel up before they go into the beer sponsorship hosted by VIP Profits. As you can see by the photograph on http://www.gcmoney.com , that auditorium was practically standing room only – it was packed. There certainly is a method to Marc’s madness, isn’t there?
They went through four kegs of beer, and since most of these guys had slept all morning, those few beers got them back up, batteries re-charged.
Our last night
“It’s the last night guys, where are we going now that conference is over?”
We decided to go to famous Toro Dorado for dinner on our last night in Amsterdam. There were about 20 of us there and little by little the whole table seemed to get louder and louder. At some point Sting was sitting next to me and I could have sworn it was W.C. Fields. “Somebody’s been putting pineapple juice in my pineapple juice!”
I look across the table and Jenny Woo is having a ‘Who’s got the longest tongue?’ contest with Amber of the Betcom Babes. I smelled trouble when I saw Thomas reach for his camera. We were getting really loud and the other guests were beginning to get snippy.
Amber and Rachelle had to be at the airport by 8 a.m. so I used that as an excuse to get us ‘On the road’. Everyone else decided to go to this all-night club over by the Mansion so I told them I would drop of the girls and meet them there.
I took the girls back to the hotel and was about to leave when Rachelle whispered…“Marty, why don’t you just hang-out with us?” Boing…OK! Imagine yourself in a room full of gorgeous models getting ready for bed….PILLOW FIGHT!!! Before I knew it they were all wearing PJ’s and jumping around the hotel room like a 10th grade slumber party. Yes, I was Bosley and these were ‘Marty’s Angels’.
Heading out
I get back to my room around 1 a.m. and Simon is still not back. I climb into bed, but the four double espressos and the memory fresh in my mind of the ‘Betcom Babes’ are keeping me up. I decided to do some reading and wait for Simon so I could tell him about the ‘Betcom Babe’ pajama party.
2 a.m.…3 a.m.…no Simon. I set the wake up call for 6 a.m. and got bed. Five a.m. And in walks Simon tore up from the floor up. The last time I smelled something that bad it was wearing a harness!
I had to take the girls to the airport so I couldn’t hear the story, but not to worry the next day pictures of Simon with Jenny Woo were plastered all over Gambling911. The photos they posted of Simon made mine look like a goodnight kiss; they were hilarious.
Well, I hope you have enjoyed our adventures in Amsterdam and until CAC2005 Las Vegas, Simon and I will see you…
On the Road!
