Yeah, it's like I've taken a vow of silence or something. I mean, they already stuck me with that vow of poverty, and if the past couple of weeks are any indication, I think they're trying to hang 'chastity' on me, too. I guess what I'm trying to say is, that if I had anything really interesting to write about, you'd know about it. But right now, the blog-mobile is broken down on the outskirts of Dullsville, and the tow truck of creativity is nowhere in sight.
I've worked the past couple of nights, but there hasn't been anything really interesting or memorable happening. Just a couple of normal low-limit games with the usual players and the usual hands. No epic bad beats or crazy-huge pots to speak of. And it also doesn't help that I'm in my frugality mode right now, either. March Madness is next week, and I'm saving every penny.
In fact, instead of going out for breakfast after work as Sierra Gold or the Gold Rush, or any of the late-night VP bars around town, we've been hitting the 24-hour joint in the casino where 1) we get a 25% discount, and 2) I can pay with my points I earn from grinding away in the poker room for hours on end. So it ends up being 'free'. And even though the employee dining room is free, I won't go there, because, well, sometimes free just ain't worth it...
Speaking of The Madness, word around the campfire is that I have a freebie room at the Flaming-O next weekend if I want it. Oh yeah, I'm sure I'll take it. It'll be much easier (and safer) to cab it back there from the MGM after the party than to try and drive home to Hendertucky.
The buffoons start arriving en mass on Wednesday, but I have to work that night, so I won't be doing too much that day. But then I'm off the rest of the weekend, so you're likely to find me with a bottle of The Captain duct-taped to my left hand if you run into me on Friday.
But even though it's still a week away, I'm starting to finally get excited about it. I know that the folks who live in the far-flung corners of the earth and don't see the bright lights of the Strip every night are going crazy in their office cubes this week, waiting for the vacation to start, but now that I'm here, well, it's a little different for me. That's ok. Once I see Suite Madame Angy rolling down the hall with a couple of bellmen pushing two luggage carts full of booze, I'll know that the party has officially begun.
Until then, I'm gonna get some rest and not spend any money. Maybe do some meditation or something, too.
PS: BTW, I have to give myself a pat on the back for picking Citigroup and Exact Sciences when I did--I'm getting close to doubling my initial investment. Woot! (Of course, it's pretty easy to be a genius in a bull market...)