Oddly enough, I have been playing a ton of poker lately, as I've fallen back in love with Party Poker. Re-fallen? Whatever. I don't have much to say on how I've been playing, because I've just been grinding along, trying to build a bankroll for Vegas. I will give you a few snippets on certain poker related subjects, though.
Would it kill the Tournament Director to color-the-fuck-up? You can hardly see poor Young and the Restless' Eddie Cibrian's pretty little dimples behind that mountain of chips. What? I had a girlfriend in college that forced me to watch the show. Yes, sex was with withheld until I understood the difference between Victor and Victoria. What would you do?
WPBT H.O.R.S.E Tourney:
I, uh, didn't play. I tried to withdraw money from Doyle's last Thursday into Neteller, but it wasn't in there until yesterday afternoon. Needless to say(but I said it!), my Full Tilt account was fund-less. Without funds. I still joined the chat and sweated many of the tables, and I still had a good time.
Near the end of the tournament, I brought my laptop to my favorite swill joint, and proceeded to double-up on a $100 NL table at Doyle's in a little under 2 hours. It's too bad that I can't make $50/hr. each time I log in.
That would be hella sweet.
Last night, I was drifting in and out of consciousness while watching Seinfeld, and the following commercial came on:
Running guy:"I'm waiting!"
Sporty looking girl:"I'm waiting!"
Group of five 12 year old girls[in unison]:"We're waiting, too!"
Announcer:"That's right, we're all waiting for Dick's. Dick's Sporting Goods is having it's Grand Opening..."
I have never, in my whole life, been witness to a commerical so inadvertantly funny. Yes, girls, hopefully you will be waiting a long time for dicks.
It seems like everybody is staying in or near downtown, which sucks a little hard because my buddy and I are staying at the Imperial Palace. I think I may have to look into switching to The Plaza or some other crap-hole like that. After all, this trip is about hanging out with other bloggers, is it not? I'd rather be able to stumble back to my room in the early morn, rather than have to catch a cab back to it on the Strip. We'll see.
I'm about the write something that may sound a little stupid, but it's an issue I've been thinking about lately. Just hear me out, though.
This installment of the WPBT Vegas will have a completely different feel to it. Not a "bad" feel, per se, just different. With more people planning on making the trip, it can't help being different.The people that attended the first gathering are, for a lack of a more apt word, a family. Granted, a dysfunctional and grossly degenerate family, but a family nonetheless. They already know that they get along, and interact pretty damn well.
When you throw a bunch of newcomers into the mix, though, things change. The feel to the group is just different. It's tough to spread time between the extra people. I'm not saying that I already feel like I'm not going to be accepted, or that I'll be an outcast. That's not it at all. Quite the opposite, actually. All I need to do is drink past the point of good reason, and throw chips around all willynilly to fit in. All I'm saying is that it will be tough for the gathering in June to live up to the gathering this past December.
I suspect that those that attended that boozefest feel the same way.