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Rebecca Liggero loves meeting new people and traveling - perfect qualities for someone who has won friends and influenced people in the worldwide online gaming community.
After graduating from Bates College with a degree in psychology, Rebecca spent four years in Washington, DC, working in relationship management, dreaming all the while about someday making it big in online gaming. After turning down an opportunity to live in New Zealand, she moved back to Boston and signed on as Senior Account Manager for Casino City - the beginning of a dream come true!
Rebecca’s work on behalf of Casino City (and later for the GPWA as well) took her to trade shows and conferences everywhere - Amsterdam, Barcelona, Costa Rica, Montreal, London, Las Vegas, Macau and many other ports of call - and along the way she began chronicling her incredible around-the-clock adventures in a wildly entertaining and industry-savvy weekly column that quickly became - and still remains - must reading for everyone who is anyone in online gaming. Following almost three years with the Casino City team, Rebecca spent a few months at Everest Affiliates where she was the Brand Manager of the affiliate program. While working on “the other side,” she realized that she truly missed her weekly column and the affiliate side of the business and decided to return to the Casino City family.
One and a half years later, Rebecca resigned from Casino City and joined industry icon Calvin Ayre to serve as the Bodog Global Brand Ambassador and the head on-site reporter for the online gambling industry tablog, CalvinAyre.com. In her new capacity, Rebecca continues to travel the world, and when asked where she is based, her response is usually "on an airplane."
Contact Rebecca at rebecca@liggero.net. Be careful, though - she might quote you.
More articles by Rebecca Liggero
The infamous Casino City booth
DO NOT set up a poker tournament in the Princess Sofia Hotel unless you want to get arrested.
Have you heard this story yet? The Spanish police raided our conference, took away the poker tables and chips, and arrested Alex Pratt, the conference organizer. Rumor has it Alex is still in jail! Is that true? I haven't seen him since Friday.
The fabulous Affiliate Lounge crew
Addicting Scandinavians
Fun with Franco's roses
DO NOT schedule any meetings before noon. Ever.
If at all possible, do not make the infamous rooky mistake! When you are in a country that has dinner at 11pm and parties until sunrise it is not OK to schedule important meetings before noon, unless you are prepared to die.
Mark Walker, the new legend
Working hard at the conference
DO NOT assume online gaming conferences involve partying only. We work hard at these things!
I realize that many of you draw conclusions about my job description and conference responsibilities based on my articles and Facebook pictures. Your conclusions are totally wrong- I only write about and post pictures of the fun stuff! During the day we have a conference to attend and meetings to show up for, thank you very much.
DO request air conditioning for the GPWA Conference at EIG presentation room.
I would like to send out a personal thank you to all those involved in the GPWA Conference at EIG presentations- your support and presence was greatly appreciated and we will never forget it. I would also like to send an extra special thank you to all of you for dealing with the 200 degree presentation room. This was not ok.
Tequila obsessed South Africans
Erin's Argue's beauitful big hair
Waiting for keys in the rain
DO NOT expect anyone from Barcelona to be on time for anything.
How about that customer service in Barcelona? Horrible! Service at a restaurant takes about 10 hours. Ordering a beer from the bar takes about 9 hours. Eric and I were supposed to meet the owner of our Barcelona apartment at 3pm for keys and he did not arrive until 4:30. No problem buddy, we'll just wait outside in the rain with all our bags until you get here.
Fintan the boyfriend hater
DO NOT go out at night in Barcelona without an umbrella and personal chauffeur.
Barcelona kills me. It is beautiful and sunny when you leave your hotel for the night, but without fail, it somehow manages to POUR rain when you want to leave the club and head home. When this happens, every single cab in the city mysteriously disappears, and if you are lucky enough to find one, the driver demands 40 Euros regardless of where you are going.
Timo, my fake boyfriend