Just spent a few minutes reading some of the 'in progress' blog posts from the WBPT's semi-annual assault on Las Vegas.
The jealousy meter has officially hit eleven.
Let's see, while the cool kids were rolling out of bed and making their way over to Ceasar's Palace, I had just finished my Saturday morning round of golf (a very pedestrian 80) and was starting the joyous process of cleaning out my gutters.
Fuck all y'all.
Yeah, yeah, I don't mean it. Something tells me that I better get busy, though, either grinding through a ton of bonuses or maybe hitting a tourney score or two.
I don't want to miss December.
On the subject of absurdity, it was a truly ridiculous week. Since I can't really explain, let me relate an example:
One afternoon, I ran through the Culver's drive through and got an order of fries and a drink. The bored-looking girl staffing the window asked the usual question, whether I wanted salt or ketchup. 'Salt, please,' I said.
She gave me fifteen packets of salt.
For one lousy order of fries.
I shouldn't even get into the sight of two young African American gentlemen sporting 'do rags. In a Chevy. Which in turn featured a 'Dick DeVos for Governor' bumper sticker. Let's just say that the over/under on the number of young African American votes Dick DeVos gets is rather low.
I'd serve up some poker 'content', but I haven't played much lately. Too much work to do around the house.
I did fit in an impromptu home game on Friday. Six person tourney, winner take most. I, of course, was bubble boy. And I should have contributed a chapter to Russ Fox's book Why You Lose at Poker -- that chapter would have been titled "You Lose Because You Don't Defend Your Suckouts".
I'm shortstacked. We're three handed. I have KdQd. I raise weakly to draw action. I get it. The big stack put me all in. I call, he shows AdKc.
Flop is AxJdTd. I flop Broadway. I'm ahead.
Turn is the 8d. I've improved to a flush. I'm way ahead.
River is the 7d. I'm out the door, on my way home. See ya.
At last check, I still have not suffered any adverse consequences from oversalting my fries.