Car problems have kept me from romping the hallowed halls of the Rio in search of my media pass. I believe I will make it on Friday if everything goes as I have planned – that may not coincide with what the universe has planned so I penciled it in.
I have no plans to play a tournament, first of all, they expect you to pay for your seat, second of all, they still expect you to pay for your seat. I believe the US government has screwed me out of a possible gold bracelet simply by denying online poker to us. I could have won a seat through a satellite, as it is now, they still expect you to pay for your seat.
I’m out of here for now. My thought’s are stuck in a rut, as you can see from the above where I said the same thing three times. I’m hoping to be back tomorrow.
I waited and waited on the promises of a woman. I waited and tomorrow never came. Life is hard.
Enjoy the WSOP/the artifical scent in the air, the zypner breeze provided by the seven hundred horse power blower on the roof and the abundance of water never used to bathe, but kept in pool and ponds never allowed human occpancy. Stay huddled, round shouldered over the one eyed villian of the computer, shuffle off to the stotic faces of the ever bored participants looking at cards they’ve seen thousands of time before, slung by dealers with watchful eyes uncaring if the face they listen to is there tomorrow or not, becuse they know there is always a dream catcher walking the halls and who knows? maybe the suits won’t be looking when the million dollar tip arrives and they can keep most of it, not sharing.
Well. Have a good Linda. I’ll was poetic later.
OK, Ten Mile, you got me. I ended up with a houseful of grandkids, outside temperature was 112, I’m exhausted and can’t catch up right now. *Super whine*
I have a trip planned tomorrow to Vegas to return said grandkids to their homes and to visit with the IRS in search of a solution for my being an idiot.
You were pretty waxing as it was…good job!