Hells bells! It’s r-a-i-n-i-n-g again. It started last night and, of course, it’s my fault. Only this time the patio slabs were poured yesterday so the Rain Fairy must have been sleeping. Usually the rain starts a day or two before the date I’ve committed with my son to arrange the pour…this time the Rain Fairy snoooozed and the concrete went down before he sent the Turn On the Water over Las Vegas Order. HA!!!!! It’s done. It will take longer now to settle and dry but…kiss my grits, Rain Fairy, you are too late. Na-na-na-na-na-na! *thumbs nose*
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I managed to ignore the fact that my garage door was open, got in the truck on my way to work, hit the garage door opener and closed the door. BOOM! I backed right into the damn door. WHAT WAS I THINKING? I wasn’t. Stone cold sober, on the cell phone, distracted. Ugh! Called my son and he helped me jury rig it back down into place and lock it in so I could still make it to the Poker Pit on time. So-o-o-o – hello weekend – I have a real chore to do. The garage door awaits…come to think of it – it was probably the Rain Fairy getting even with me for slipping past him with the patio pour.
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The poker room – now being the poker pit – is a teeming, little, tide pool of humanity. The velvet ropes are out, a defined border around the tables, yet they must seem less formidable than the walls that surround the room because there are people everywhere, standing along the ropes, milling through the area, looking at the games and now they can walk right up to the ‘tv stars’ and ‘name brand players’ that are playing in the center of it all. A few velvet ropes were pulled around one side of the $2,000-4,000 game just to keep people from being able to stand right behind the players. It’s interesting to watch the people that are watching.
My first game was the $20-40 Omaha 8 or Better, half kill game. Doug C. was in the 10s and went into a non-stop verbal ‘beat the dealer’. He may have been half serious or completely serious but I couldn’t stop laughing at his lunacy and noise. Jeff P. was in the 8s, Jay in the 9s, and the whole thing was pretty funny. The subject of Wynn’s opening came up again.
I matter of factly stated, “You’re going over there, right?” as I was looking at Jeff. He replied something to a yes and I, perhaps a little too zealously, snorted, “See ya!”
They questioned me again on wasn’t I going? This is about the 27th time this has come up. I said, “No! Why would I?”
Doug told me I’d be sorry when Bellagio’s room closed down to 15 tables and we couldn’t get games going any more. I busted out laughing. On the serious side of the coin, does he not consider that I could deal poker anywhere in the world? That I could audition and deal any game, any limit, and have? That I’ve faced down the devils when I deal and their antics and idiocy doesn’t bother me?
Get a grip here, Sunshine. Time to come up for air or you’ll suffocate down there in the blanketed netherworld where intelligence and thought never seeps through the grim gray matter.
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There’s more, I just have to hit the shower, escape the lunatics in the wet, slippery streets of Vegas that are on their own suicide mission, and make it to work for FRIDAY! Hell yes…I have to sign the E/O. That’s what Fridays are for. 🙂