Howdy gang. It's late on Tuesday night and I'm one tuckered out little trooper. I've already dozed off twice while trying to watch SportsCenter (watching Al Davis' corpse read a prepared statement will do that to you), but I wanted to post an update before succumbing to blessed sleep, because I've had such an up-and-down day.
I was up last night playing poker in some ultra-low buy-in tournaments on PokerStars, when one of my longtime readers, Kendra, shot me an email. She's actually here in town now, having moved here earlier this past summer, and had a few questions about my neck of the woods.
We emailed back and forth for about an hour or so, but once I busted out of my tourney, I wanted to shut down the computer, so we just chatted on the phone at that point instead. Eventually, we made plans to get together for a beer on Thursday after I got out of work (which we talked about doing years ago). We decided on a local bar and before heading off to bed sometime after midnight, I had some more social life to look forward to this week.
Anyhow, I got about four hours of sleep, but somehow managed to wake up one minute ahead of my alarm. When I got to work, there was a crazy-action poker game going, and I managed to pocket about a hundred bucks in my first hour and a half of work.
The game broke once the 8:00 am dealer came in, so since I'd had such a great day already, I volunteered to prop the game once again and get it going again. That was a huge mistake, as I didn't see a pocket pair again for two hours, and basically lost my blinds over and over again. Or I'd get a hand just good enough to see the flop, but then it would totally miss me. I just couldn't catch any kind of cards. It sucked, but had I gotten up, the game would've broken anyways, so I wouldn't have been working, either. Talk about a sucky Catch-22 to be in. I *knew* I was gonna get sent home at 10 or 11, so I just stayed in the game, killing time, hoping for a monster hand that never came.
Even the floorman, who was the dealer on Sunday when the jackpot hit and pocketed about $1300 in tokes that half hour, handed me $40 worth of his chips and told me to add it to my bankroll and we'd split the winnings--he had played earlier in the day and had the same shiatty luck I did, but for whatever reason believed that I could pull a hundred bucks back off that table.
It never happened. I finally gave up around noon and headed for home, wondering at just what point the shiatty cards will start hitting somebody else. Since eating in the cafeteria at work is now about as appetizing as mouth-breathing inside of Rennaisance Fair port-o-john, I hadn't eaten all morning and was starving.
I figured I'd just stop and get a burger at Jack In The Box and then head home to catch up on some sleep, wasting an afternoon. Just about the time I was getting my burger out of the little window, my phone started going off. Kendra was texting me, telling me she was at the casino, having gotten out of work early herself and was gonna come down and surprise me.
So I turned around and headed back. Of course, crossing six lanes of traffic on Horizon Ridge Drive, I lost control of my large fountain Coke and spilled it all over the freshly shampood carpet of my passenger's side floorboard. I managed about three bites of my burger before getting back to the casino, so I threw the whole bag in the garbage can, popped in a breath mint and headed back inside.
I found Kendra lurking around by the casino cage, and we headed up to a nice comfy booth up in one of the casino bars, where we settled in for an afternoon of cocktails and pleasant conversation. We had a great visit, and made plans to get together again on Thursday like we originally planned. She had a meeting to go to at 5:15 or so, so we parted ways once we got to the parking garage. It was a nice afternoon that I really enjoyed--we got along well and I'm looking forward to doing it again.
Once we said our goodbyes, I hopped on the elevator and headed up to my truck, a few floors up the ladder.
Just as I was leaving, I saw Beth pulling in, so I drove over to talk to her. But she was clearly not very interested in talking to me, and our visit was over in less than a minute. So I said later and hit the road. The only thing that came from that conversation was that I learned that she'd already quit the spa, so if I want a manicure, I gotta go someplace else. Eh, no biggie...
Anyhow, I've been home ever since, trying to stay awake, but it's a losing battle. Only the dogs barking at joggers or other dog-walkers out on the sidewalk are keeping me from falling over in a puddle of my own drool.
I'm still hungry--three bites of a Bacon-Ultimate Cheeseburger only aroused my appetite without beddin' it back down, and I'm also waiting for a phone call, too. So no sleep just yet. Although, I have some Fritos, sour cream, and that crazy-hot Thai chili sauce downstairs, along with a fridge full of beer, so that might slay the hunger-dragon. Although, I *really* wish Taco Bell was closer, because the idea of that whole fourth-meal thing is relevent to my interests, especially since I've not partaken in the first meal quite yet...
Tomorrow is another early day, so that's all for now.
Mikey
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