Yesterday found me sleeping in…I got up at 5 a.m. and today was a real wonderment, I was in snooze land until 6:45. Could there be a real world awakening here? I might be reverting back to…what? I used to stay up all night and hit the sand around 7 a.m. – waking around 3 or 4 in the p.m. Shit! Aging is such a beautiful thing, everything goes topsy-turvy and it proves you are still alive. That’s the big bonus I suppose, you are still alive.
The wind spent the day trying to blow us off the face of the map yesterday. I made the trip to Vegas and picked up my little pal Riot. We had planned to look for rabbits after the heat went out of the day but alas…it was too windy to even be comfortable stepping outside. Of course the coached rocked to the rhythm of the wind. Coming across the valley from the hump, there were dust devils off in the distance that looked like spirals of smoke. Riot swears he saw the wind when he was out here time before last. We hit a big patch of dusty wind and I asked him if that’s what he saw. The answer was yes, but he embellished the story, the wind punched him. It was a strange incident – we were both outside, I was doing some chores on one end of the coach, he was on the other at the end of the block wall petting the neighbor’s dogs through the wire fence. He started screaming, “Grandmom! Grandmom!”
My first thought was that he had been bitten by one of the dogs as I came running around the end of the coach. He was having a major fear fit. He said he saw the wind and it was trying to get him. At the time, the only thing I could conclude was that a dust devil came up right by him. It took a bit of soothing and quieting to get him calmed down. We spent yesterday afternoon playing games on the Wii and intermittently talking about the wind because it was too obvious.
I had one of those bizarre dreams last night. The kind that make me wonder WTF??? It seemed quite lengthy too and as dreams go, had no beginning and no end and no reason…the nice part of dreams is when they end, they just stop, like someone turned off a light switch. I was in a huge auditorium and someone that was trying to put on a big show of being a poker tournament developer had laid out a big buffet. The seating was like that of a movie theater surrounding the floor where all the food was contained. The devloper leaned over a rail for a bit, quite proud of the spread. It sucked.
When you picked up a plate, it had some bleached anemic looking turkey white meat on it, no matter if you thought it was empty, it ended up with the turkey on it. There was come crappy looking fruit salad and even though I can’t remember thinking or feeling hungry, my plate ended up being stacked with food. The best part was I went to a spot in the seating that put me between Jeff Frerichs and the Monkey. They were both there with a lady friend.
As dreams go, shit happens without a preview or clue that change is in the air. I had my plate of food on my lap. It ended up being on a rail somewhere behind our heads. The lady friends disappeared, the Monkey and I were talking about life in general, Jeff disappeared, then a bunch of strange looking street people filtered in (yah, stranger looking than me), standing in groups next to us in the aisle. Someone noted that the promoter had invited all of these people to share in the buffet, they didn’t appear to be interested in food, instead taking seats around us. And then one of them lit a cigarette.
Umnhhh…where did that come from? It was spewing smoke in my direction.
The few of us that were there first started having a fit about the smoke and the smoker proclaimed he didn’t know what to do with the cigarette as he pulled a few more hefty drags on it. Seems like there were several suggestions. I fanned the smoke away from me with a t-shirt. (yah, how did I find a spare t-shirt laying around?) As soon as that cigarette went out, another guy lit a roll-your-own. That’s when the light switch flipped and the dream stopped. Go figure!
I played the $4.40 LH tournament on PokerStars on Wednesday. Made it into the $, giving myself the big payout of winning a little over $3. I went all-in with Aces when the blinds were $300-600 and I had about 12k left, got beat by a gutshot straight on the turn. Too funny! Wait for a playable hand, get one, bust-out.
The PokerWorks 8 game is reverting back to the PokerWorks HORSE tourney for awhile. This Sunday night. Be there kids! Thanks Clearspine for setting it up.