My Dear Wife and I went to see a flick last night. “The Hangover.” Pretty funny stuff, some of it. I laughed hard watching one scene with a stun gun, harder than I have in a long time. I couldn’t explain why when asked, but a safety valve was released, which may be an answer. The movie was a series of gags resulting from overindulgence. Been there. Done that. Paid the price. Think a bit more sophomoric “Lebowski.” Recommended.
The setting is Las Vegas. They stayed and valeted at Caesar’s, and when I saw the front entrance, I began to miss Las Vegas. It’s been almost two years now, in better times. I am certain I will go again some day, and I will be patient waiting.
When in Vegas, I don’t see much more than my room, the restaurants in which I eat, and the poker rooms, so I can’t say that the city as a whole is what gets me going. It must be the poker, which is my backdoor way of relating last night’s games.
First stop, Poker Academy for $100NL. My buddy Stan was sitting.
“I read your blog.” Why is he telling me this? I know he does. And then I get the tense right. As he drops in to read on occasion, I take him to mean that he had read the last post.
“Yeah, I’m a donk.”
“Quit playing crappy cards. You don’t do it when I’m there.”
“True. But something happens when I get to around 200 hands.”
“That’s why I always take a break after 100 hands.”
Meanwhile, I loaded PS and started my PLO session. And it didn’t take Stan long to join me. Under his watchful eye, I resolved to play smart, tight poker for the duration. By hand 100 I was down a few bucks playing 24% of my hands. Still too loose? Nah. Just right. I sat out and walked the dog.
When I returned from outside, as if often the case, I poured myself a nightcap and opened up a second table. More of the same until hand 150 or so. Two good-sized pots came my way. Feeling perhaps both the wins and scotch, I lost a few dollars back but managed to pull myself away before another round.
Simple, don’t drink, right? Not so simple, as the scotch seems to help with the pitter-putt in those fight or flight sits.
I look to Buddha.