It was 10.00am when I woke up Monday morning, not quite as chipper as the previous morning. However, as usual, the first discussion of the day was about where we were to have breakfast. My head was saying "Good Idea" but my stomach was saying "No fecking way, I will reject and projectile vomit any foreign substance that tries to get in here"
Because of the time constraint (we were again playing the 12 at Caesar's) we wandered over there and into the restaurant next to reception. I managed to force down an omelette and a couple of cups of coffee and was as right as I ever would be.
11:55 at the table, beer ordered. The game for once was in my favour and I made the first break with 12k, the second break with 20k and the third break with 23k, which was just about average chips.
We reconvened after the break and had a lively table. There was a man from Dublin, with a very strong inner city accent, on the table who told us a story about the night before in the Mirage when he was admonished by the dealer and told it was only English at the table. "I wouldn't mind" says he "but it's my only fecking language".
An American at the same table displayed an innocent ignorance when conversing with a man who had come all the way from Tahiti.
"Do you live in a house" says the American
cue me with the reply "No he lives in a tent on the beach"
"I didn't mean it that way" says the American, who then proceeded to shovel himself deeper into the hole by trying to explain his rationale.
I made the final table (10, 9 paid but everyone tossed in $10 to give the bubble boy some dosh back). I of course was that bubble boy when my creative play in early position was completely misunderstood by the calling station that was the big stack.
Off to Planet Hollywood then for their evening battle, which I did not really enjoy. The main reason I think is to do with the actual position of the card room. Played badly with no real interest and donked out early and retired to the delights of the IP.
I hung out on the three card poker table with Dolly Parton and later with Elwood Blues, lost a wee bit and decided it was much more drink positive to play some limit poker. The usual villains were at the table and there was a collective sigh as I sat down.
"Going to play any two, boy"
"Maybe"
"Sheeeet"
contd.........
