"If it doesn't have cheese melted over the top, then it's not fucking worth eating." - Boy Genius
Preach on, brother.
A couple of drivelish lunchtime thoughts. Let's eat.
Had a very solid session at Party last night, ending way up. It would have been even better, to the point of being my best ever, if only I hadn't had those Aces cracked by 76s late in the evening. But still, no complaints. It's been a wild ride the last few days - up on Friday, way down on Saturday, killed again early on Sunday before getting the day's losses back and a bit more in two hands. Back up last night.
It's a strange game.
On the subject of poker, I have discovered a leak in my game.
It turns out that lunch sessions are a significant loser for me. Nothing gigantic, just steady losses of 4, 5, 10 BB. There are a couple small wins, but the trend is definitely negative. I don't know if it's better competition, that I'm limited to 30-40 minutes, or what. But whatever it is, I would be ahead of the game if I just let it go and only played at night and on the weekends. I think I need to do that. It's only been a couple weeks since I've been back to playing, so I don't think it'll be too hard to stop.
As I was leaving to go to lunch, I saw a kid skateboarding through the parking lot. My thoughts, in roughly the order they came up: Isn't this a school day? Who the f skateboards in March when it's 30 degrees and flurrying? What happens if you hit a patch of ice on a skateboard? How is it that I got to be middle aged and cranky already?
Is it really only Tuesday?