Me, I’m the one that’s missing. I’ve spent the last three days hidden away from the life of the city that never sleeps. I’ve gone out the last two evenings to meet one of my boys and hang with him and friend for a bit, but other than a trip to Costco looking for a scrip refill on Monday, I’ve been nowhere. It’s felt great. I’ve finally settled into the digs of Gary & Marie and feel pretty comfortable, but with hosts like them it would be difficult to feel any other way. They are a rare find as far as people and friends go.
I have the plan to head to the Rio this afternoon and do a picture taking tour. Most of the time I take my pc and set up in Media Row, trying to accomplish some semblance of work but I never seem to get much done…there are just too many distractions. Being in town and having the ease of coming and going somehow makes it all work for me mentally. I am a first class wing nut when it comes to some sort of order or routine and I don’t deal well with surprises and disruptions that affect my routine. I’ve gotten better about it over the years but I still manage better if I have some idea of a plan for my day and how I’m going to accomplish everything that needs to be done. Which…that is a big joke, I never even come close to accomplishing what needs to be done in one day so it’s slid over to the following day, or the following day, or…you get the picture. I just try to do first things first and let the rest of it slide into a slot somewhere down the road as time permits.
Whether I’m at the Rio or not, the WSOP speeds relentlessly forward in its march for a final table of 9 and an eventual world champion. The reports flood in and PokerWorks carries each tournament report and daily tournament recap of the events of each day plus a sights and sounds article that gives you an idea of some of the things that happen that aren’t covered in reports.
On another side of life, it never ceases to amaze me when I run into someone I know in poker in another place far removed from the din of clattering chips and flying tickets. I went to Carl’s Jr up by the old digs for a $6 Low Carb Burger and to meet my son. I was sitting by the door waiting for him to appear when Nita walked through the door. Nita and I dealt together for years at Bellagio, she’s still dealing there BTW. We shared a hug and a short visit and she asked, “How could you leave us?”
I replied, “It was really easy.”
We both laughed. It was great seeing her.
I’m trying to get the Rioteer for a few days, if that works out, I’ll be heading out to Pahrump probably tomorrow with him in tow so we can play mystical magic mind games about dragons and lizards and iguanas and dinosaurs. We’ve watched the movie Avatar more than once and he wants one of those Ikran…hell, so do I.
No poker for this kid so far…no extra $1,000 buy-ins laying around. It could still happen since I believe in Fairies and wishing and Cinderella stories.