NOT! I don’t do sun. But I am having a ton of fun out of it, early a.m. beach walks, evening walks along the highway side of the high-rise hotels, intermingled with beach side walks along the high-rise hotels, a few short walks during the heat and sun filled day to fulfill my hours at the UltimateBet shindig, and just kicking back in general with my good buddies, Wayne and Jim – the Duo. I left them one afternoon a few days ago…headed to my room for a nap before we were going to meet for food and work. They were going to the beach for a few hours. It seemed that I had barely dozed off and was lost in Sandwoman land when I heard a pounding on my door. Continue reading Fun in the sun
Monthly Archives: September 2006
OMG! I have to work?
Believe it or not, they really expect me to deal while I’m here on the island. How possible? That’s what happened yesterday and today it’s going to be a lot worse. Today is day one of the main event. The word around the satellites is the final event will have 500 – possibly a few more. The UltimateBet BJ event has been running concurrently with our poker satellites and tournaments. The crew has been setting up the ‘stage’ for filming. Me and the Duo believe that they will use the same stage for both poker and BJ, however the sign on the display is advertising the BJ event. Here’s a little sneak preview (it’s set up in the pool area of the Radisson which means the Azurro restaurant is out of the picture this year):
Damn Dealers
I can go forever without any problems from the ‘box’, but when it happens, it ain’t no little fluff ball issue. I’m great at creating a lot of havoc. I feel this incident is my fault, yet I feel the player still must take some responsibility in their role at the table. And this whole issue could have been avoided if the player had done what the normal player does in this situation. And I wasn’t dealing with online players that had never played live before – these three knew what they were doing.
The 15h Floor
It took me more than one little bit of wrangling to get to the 15th floor from the 13th floor that smelled like someone drop kicked me down an old root cellar, left unopened since the Civil War, filled with mold somewhere in a dark, dank corner that held my room. No longer the Wyndham, the Aruba Resort, Spa & Casino is undergoing major renovation (not sure when) but I’m jumping aheadof the story. Continue reading The 15h Floor
Laid back and relaxed!
Like hell I am. I have put off everything until the last minute and then as life has a way of doing, The Last Minute, jumps up and kicks you in the ass and punishes you for not taking care of things a long time ago. I had the perfect game plan, must be the opposing team had a better one and slipped it into high gear just as I called Bellagio tonight to see if I could take the night off (it’s been hellery slow) rather than coming in and signing the E/O and leaving after an hour anyway,BOOM! Opposing team scores. I almost made it home to start packing and going through my list at about 8 p.m.ish butmy phone rang. A friend in need had to have some help, only problem is they live clear across town, up Tropicana by Durango. I, on the other hand, live out on Boulder Highway.
Escape to Reality!
This is a ‘short’ I wrote back some years ago when I took a screen writing class at UNLV. It would have been a great class except our instuctor forgot to show up for one class and was late for several more. Apparently the fact that we paid $$ to be there and rearranged our schedules didn’t mean jack shit to him. He was BUSY! I even sent him an email complaining about his attitude and nonappearance but of course he didn’t respond. But back to the ‘short’, I never said I was a writer, I never claimed to be an editor, so if you want to read, please do, and if you have any comments, please leave them. And it’s copied and pasted from a FinalDraft format so forgive the additional spacing, etc.
Farting and more!
Why do people do sneaky, quiet farts when they are sitting right next to you? And you are the only one in the room with them…of course they stink or you wouldn’t notice them at all. Are you supposed to politely pretend that your nose is broken? How politeare yousupposed to be when they were rude enough to fart. If they ‘cut’ a noisy one, it’s actually laughable at times. But the quiet ones…
Blog This!
I rarely have time to visit some of the best blogs on the internet, and they don’t necessarily have to be poker theme based to be great, but of course my main interest is poker so that’s normally where I end up. Tonight I visited Maudie’s brain wandering induced ink trails, and one of the things she mentioned in her September 11th post (ouch ‘911’) was poker burn-out or blogger/poker burn-out or something that she felt moved her into the select group of a few others that were wondering if they could continue ‘poker’ blogging. Of course you can silly kid.
Accepting Responsibility
I have one major, giganticous, ugly flaw in my inner character hard drive – sure I have a lot of them but this one tops them all. I feel everyoneMUST be held accountable for their actions. If we make a mistake, and we are intelligent enough to reason that we could have made a mistake – in reflection or discussion – we then need to apologize or try to make sure we don’t create the same problem in future actions.
Sign of the Times
A lot of changes in poker land since the day I first came across the gleaming sphere of energy and light, off in the distant and misty regions of unmapped territory. As I approached the action and prepared to embark on a tour of discovery, I had no idea I would end up where I did, and even in drifting through the memories of a million unrecorded ventures that mark my path across the land, it’s still hard to believe I am where I am with all of it.