IMHO, the only way to play poker is when one is drinking. Of course I’m not a pro, Dimwitz. If I was, you’d be reading me while I bragged about my great plays and great lay downs. I can’t remember too many of either right at this moment. I do know that whiling away the hours playing on PartyPoker and PokerStars, is much easier to fade while I’m sucking down a few delightful glasses of Chillable Red…my fave. And if I was a pro, I wouldn’t get J-J beat by 9-10 when a 10 hit the flop and a 10 hit the River, even after I punished him with all my chips for his draw…and a few other digusting bullshit things that always happen when I’m in a tournament. That damn Card Fairy!

So tomorrow is a day of discovery. Will the heavier motors be in for the coach? Will they be installed? Will I live forever? The last question is the only one I have an answer for. I have a Dr.’s appointment first thing in the a.m. It is one of three this week. I had one on Friday and was told to move on down the line, I wouldn’t be needing his services (he meant it in a positive way as he’s a surgeon). Good news but still more things need to be sorted through. And in four short days, I will be back in the dealer’s box. How strange…even thinking about it feels weird. I started out with a two month LOA to try to figure out my next ‘life’ move. What did I want to do and what could I afford to do? The WSOP hit town and I couldn’t even give it proper coverage because of things that were going on with my health and other issues that never seem to be resolved. I did make my one and only trip out of town during the LOA, I was gone for two weeks, and once I got past having all the money removed from my checking and savings account due to an unauthorized charge, I had a great time. I would love to have the freedom to travel and stop when I felt like it. That’s on my ‘later’ menu. Right now I have to go back to work and put order into my finances and life.

One of the best parts of my being stranded without the coach, is this guy:

On the fun side of life, this is a rain storm coming across the horizon, on the left, as I headed fpr home, leaving St. George, Utah…way kewl:

This isright on the freeway heading through St. George:

So…if you run into trouble in Sin City, this could be your escape hatch. No…I’m not being paid by them. But I should be.

Time for baby Riot hugs. Soon I’ll be back in the capital of Nevada, Bellagio, spending out invitations to dance on the green felt, monitoring the cost of each dance, and trying to settle back into the routine of ‘burn and turn’. See you there!