The slump continues. Sure as shit, as soon as I write something about how well I’m doing at the tables, I lose all of what I made, plus a bit more. I’ve been here before, a few times. Draws don’t come in for me but they do for seemingly everyone else, flop the nut straight and end up splitting, Aces over Kings loses to quads, I start to play thinner edges, and eventually fold the better hands more times than I care to admit. Time for a break. Perfect timing.
Glum is easy, and as such, it may also be lazy. One must bother to turn on a heel for something better. By this time tomorrow evening I will have enjoyed a performance of Handel’s “Messiah,” by the Portland Baroque Orchestra and the vocal chamber ensemble Cappella Romana. (Go ahead, YouTube them.) It will be hard to not sing along. I’m certain to get watery-eyed at least once. After that, a light dinner, and then off to a dance club. I won’t be dancing (I wish I could, and will find out the ifs and whens Monday morning), yet I will watch DW in the midst of everyone else dancing alone. Ah, the palest of youths! We won't be dressing up or down.