HA! My last post was Friday – early a.m. – before I went to sleep. Yup, the day that everyone in the USA is running around at the last minute, preparing to file their tax forms and get them in the mail. Sheesh! I waited way longer this year than I have in the past few years but mine were done, and on their way by Wednesday, and I was singing a lighthearted tune. I owed – I owed – I owed, but it wasn’t something I couldn’t deal with and it’s out of my hair for another year.
When I hit work Friday night, racing in to sign the E/O and Play List before the line was drawn, there so many people in the Poker Pit, I thought maybe someone was giving away free money and everyone just showed up to collect. Nope! They were all there to play poker. Unbelievable!
I started on Table 25. For some reason I was still harboring the dream that I might get the E/O around 9:00 p.m. if not before. Foolish child. I did manage to get out at 1:30 a.m. I ran…straight to Linda’s place…sanctuary of peace and harmony…three days until I go back to work.
During the night, I hit two $30-60 Holdems, three satellite tables, a $25-$50 PLO, a $100-200 NLH, a $4-8 and an $8-16 H, and my last game of the night was a $2-5 NLH.
The funniest down was the $4-8. The 3 and 4s kibitzed back and forth with each other and seemed to have the attitude that they were ‘players’. Gino was in the 10s and sometimes hits me with this, “It’s so difficult to concentrate on the game with your heaving breasts beside me.”
I never fail to laugh because it’s ludicrous and one of the dumbest things anyone can say to me at the poker table or anywhere else in the world because I ain’t a busty babe. Not that I think he’s dumb for saying it. It works because we both always crack up.
About ten minutes into the down, the 4s raised pre-flop. The 8s raised. The action went heads-up. The Flop brought a 10 but hell if I can remember what the other cards were. Action and called on the River which brought another 10. The 8s had K-K. The 4s had 10-2.
In a way, the whole 10-2 hand was bizarre. The 4s didn’t play a hand until that one. Then he played the next two. The next hand had a 10 in it, he showed down and won that pot. The next hand was 10-2 again and he showed down but didn’t win that one. He was chuckling. So was I…how can you not? I figured he’d found a new ‘favorite hand’.
A few minutes later, the 8s was trying to read my left breast…not really. He was looking for my name tag. He even explained that he was looking for my name tag as I watched him. Then he said, “You must be “The” Linda.”
I acknowledged that I was the one and only. He told me he reads here and I asked his name – this is how I met Richard. We visited briefly while I dealt. I told him he’d have to go back and tell his friends that he met that Bitch Linda and she busted off two Kings for him with 10-2. *lots of laughing*.
Monday is a day off for me. Not because I was graced with a “time out” but because I’ll be shotgunning a pleasantly chilled, berry flavored, 30 oz. barium cocktail between 3:30 and 3:50 p.m. A few hours later, I’ll be completely relaxed and reclining in some stupid outfit while I’m having a CAT scan. Did I say completely relaxed? Sheee-it! I doubt it.
I’ve got this digestive/abdominal thing going on and I ain’t HAPPY! Digestive, schmigestive…do I have to give up wine? God! On that note, I’m seriously concentrating on how great that cocktail is going to taste on Monday.