Low content alert.
I didn't feel like cooking this morning, so I went out to breakfast. I made a dubious decision to hit the Big Boy, since I've been to quite a few of the places in our little town that serve breakfast lately. So lazy.
I walk in, I'm greeted by one of the waitresses and take my seat. She says "do you want coffee ... I can't remember if you do"
I haven't been to the Big Boy in months. I don't recognize the waitress as one of the usual crew, who are memorable for their 'straight outta whatever trailer park is nearby' appearance and surly attitudes. In fact, I really have no idea who she is or why she thinks she might know me.
It hits me as I'm working on my third strip of bacon. Turns out I spent several hours sitting next to the waitress at the $3/$6 microstakes donkey limit hold 'em game the last Friday I went to the track. She may or may not have been hammered (the conventional kind) at the time. Now I know who she is. It's a small world.
Judging from the coffee comment, I think she confused me with someone else. That's just as well. The last thing I want when it's early and I'm trying to get my money's worth in bacon is a conversation about charity poker -- or anything gambling-related. It was my lucky day -- the old lady in the next booth got to hear all about the server's latest trip to the indian casino.
Next week, I'm staying home.
No actual content. I did play a few hands the other day. It's still a pleasure to stack-a-donk when they limp AA on the button. K7o in the SB is good when flopping trips, you really should lay down your overpair sir. Overall, however, the enthusiasm level is pretty low.
I think I'm going to try to give up reading 2+2 for a week. I should have done it for Lent, but I'm a little late getting on top of that. The sheer idiocy of many of the people that post there is mind-blowing. I especially enjoy the tax-related threads.