Birthday’s Galore

It’s the shee’s birthday tonight and Jkash’s birthday on Saturday. Jkash asked me if there are any hot females that read my blog and if so to tell them that he’s look for birthday sex (ayayayaya). Sadly, I’m not sure how many hot females read this and probably moreso, how many would respond to this request. Nevertheless I did my part in getting the word out there. Tonight is Thursday Mad River with some band. I think the crowd should be decent and with it being the Shee’s birthday, it should lead to a good night. Also if you take Jkash up on the offer don’t forget to tell a friend about the marketing genius behind it.

By |2010-03-09T09:28:37-05:00March 4th, 2010|My Life|1 Comment

Right on Target

So just as I was about to sit down and write a “real” post I went to take a piss. I don’t really consider anything from the last couple days real because there’s no real thought put into the post, it’s just me recapping me being a retard. Anyway, I go to piss and when guys piss they have two streams that meet up together to form one single ray. I know to girls this is probably a well kept secret but I think, and with no science behind this, a guy has two streams so he when he busts a nut into a girl, the sperm form a “V” so it goes up the girls tubes and reaches the egg. When I went to piss just a minute ago the one hit the back right of the toilet bowl and the other hit my left sock (I was wearing sandals). When you realize this is happening you just have to push a bit harder and the streams align but I was completely caught off guard and figured I’d share just so if it ever happens to you, you won’t feel left out. I also want to point out that even though I write about disgusting things from time to time I’m really a cleanly person and after this incident I took a shower because the urine insta-soaked against my foot.

On to life. My battle wounds are healing nicely and I expect to be able to display to the public my mug come Thursday night. I want to add that this past weekend was an absolutely awful weekend. The open bar from 8-10 left me black out drunk by 11 and injured and asleep by 12, sporting no fun along the way. So when Wagon is wondering why I’m not chomping at the bit to go to the same open bar from 8-10 this week, there’s the obvious reason. I’m well aware that getting too drunk leads to no fun. It’s been noted before but there is a level of drunkness labeled “the zone” which is always trying to be achieved but very rarely found. It’s when you have all your motor skills, you lost your inhibitions, and you can dance, not well, even if you’re white. Too sober and you can’t find the fun in anything and too drunk makes everything too fun until you have to pass out and do something humiliating. Sadly after 8 years of binge drinking I still have not found the secret.

This weekend proved something to me. I sometimes wonder why people read my blog. Sure you may know me a bit and have some connection but aside from the people I see often, I probably don’t see that many of you. However one thing I offer, that the large majority of the population can’t, is the ability to produce a picture in the post below. Let’s face it, how many of you come back home after a night of drinking looking like Glass Joe after a fight with Little Mac (I was gonna use Apollo Creed but he died so that didn’t work exactly). Now I don’t do this every weekend but the sheer chance of doing something wild must have some entertainment value to my readers. Some girl this weekend saw my face and said “it’s ok, it happens to the best of us.” Let me say that this happens to me far more than the to the best of us. I’ve gone a long while without significant injuries or arrests and I think in New Orleans I jinxed myself over dinner with my Mom when I told her I was on a good role and I think I’ve grown out of that phase. I was wrong, sorry mom. So another weekend is looming and I vow to do a better job and try to find “the zone” instead of blasting by it into oblivion where no one is safe. I have good intentions, I really do, but my arch enemy alcohol has my number dialed in.

To just finish this post with some final thoughts. I went to Barnes and Noble today to buy some books and I just wanted to share with everyone what I bought so you can see what I’m interested in:

  • Get anyone to do anything (not a sex book, a psych book)
  • Enough. True measures of Money, Business, and Life by John Bogle (CEO of Vanguard)
  • Getting back to even by Jim Cramer (Mad Money)
  • Mental Floss presents: Condensed Knowledge (bathroom reading)
  • Gonzo (the life of Hunter S. Thompson)
    I do know how to read and I’ve been bored lately because I haven’t been gambling and there’s not too much on TV and I’ve watched the good movies on demand.

    I also found some great deals at Target where I bought new boxers, new plain T’s (blue and white), a new wallet, and some novelty shirts for St Patrick’s day. I also just watched Forgetting Sarah Marshall for the first time and I would never forget Kristen Bell for anything. Jason Segal seemed kind of dopey, I thought Mila played a good role, and my favorite character was Alvis or whatever. The movie wasn’t really so much funny as I thought people claimed a ways back. I thought the story was decent but everyone’s parts added up together just made it sort of so so.

    • By |2010-03-03T00:26:59-05:00March 3rd, 2010|My Brain, My Life|0 Comments

    Bruised and Battered

    I’m going to crank out a post even though I’m in no mood to do so. Basically I live by the song My own worst enemy by Lit because I’m putting a good licking on myself. I’m not even going to go into details but let’s just say there is not going to be a video blog any time soon. I wish I had a good story like I got in a fight or something cool but uneventfully, I have nothing but a trip. I’m pretty much going into hibernation for a while to keep myself out of trouble. I know this is pretty much a big ? post but I’m under no obligation to share everything with the public. I feel like Tiger Woods after getting beat by Elin. I know this is a weak entry but nothing really happened this weekend of any excitement so I don’t have any good stories but the usual.

    By |2010-03-03T00:27:54-05:00March 1st, 2010|My Life|0 Comments

    Need you now

    So unless you live in a cave you’ve heard the song Need You Now by Lady Antebellum. I think the song is pretty good but the message that they convey, purposely or not, is pretty funny. The girl sings the line “I’m all alone and I need you now.” The guy sings the line “I’m a little drunk and I need you now.” Basically, girls are emotional and needy, guys are drunk and horny. There’s nothing else really meaningful other than that and I don’t have any other points, just wanted to point that out.

    Went to Mad River last night and the snow was basically a cock block. It was a pretty dead crowd and I’m hoping it won’t be the same tonight. We met some female students at the bar and it is pretty clear that I’ve been aging. Hearing these girls talk about nonsense is amusing in some regard and I do a fine job of playing along but honestly who gives a shit. JKash tells me that when a girl like that is talking, he immediately stops listening. This certainly isn’t saying all girls talk about meaningless babble but this particular one was telling me about fashion school and girls crew. I also went to the bar and bought this one girl a mind eraser and like a complete slap in the face she doesn’t finish the drink. I’m obviously a dolt here but I’m thinking, I just spent 8 bucks so you could drink a mind eraser and you didn’t even finish it. I talked with her and her friend for a bit and concluded that it wasn’t going anywhere so I left. It’s funny because I’m not really sure what kind of girl I’m looking for but I know some things I’m not. The student angle is a little bit hard to deal with because they’ll have no income, which means you have to pay their way and not only that but you have to spend time waiting for them to become an adult. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with being a student but I feel like people use the education angle to just prolong doing nothing. And I love when people say you’ll never meet the person of your dreams at the bar. From my point of view, that’s the only place to meet someone that I’m going to enjoy spending time with. I’m looking for a drunkard who likes to have fun and doesn’t take life too seriously. Take a minute and read my brother’s blog because his point about the universe being a big place and not worrying about every little detail makes perfect sense to me. Case in point, the girl I was talking to at the airport, cute girl but unless I carry the conversation we are going to talk about nothing because she brings nothing to the table. The girl last night brought something to the table but it was nothing I cared about. I just cracked myself up because any girl who reads this is probably thinking “this is one tough motherfucker to please.” This post is another one of those that isn’t going to help me get laid but take what I write with a grain of salt, I write this and take a view point so it’s interesting to read.

    By |2010-03-03T00:28:12-05:00February 26th, 2010|My Life|1 Comment

    Who Dat Nation

    I had a 6am flight on Sunday to head down to New Orleans for a roofing show. My mom and my sister went down with me to act as tourists. We caught a flight to Atlanta and then from Atlanta to NO. When we arrived the weather was very overcast and the temperature was probably around 50 (no snow). We started off by walking to the French Quarters where we had lunch at Bubba Gump’s. It was decent but nothing fantastic. After that we walked to Jackson square and just to various spots around the French Quarter. We took a 2 hour bus tour through the city and it’s outskirts, mainly the parts where Katrina busted through. The houses there are still in shambles and the effort in the 9th ward is minimal. Brad Pitt has done some work done there but it’s literally only 20 houses or so that have been built. Basically there is not much work being done for the impoverished blacks. The guide showed us a Brad an Angelina house, where the Mannings grew up, Anne Rice & Sandra Bullocks house and others who live outside the city in million dollar mansions. I also disturbingly saw two homeless men on the street making out with each other.

    We got back to the hotel and were pretty tired so we took a nap and then went out to dinner at Pat O’briens. I ordered a Hurricane which is the big drink of choice down there. It’ not really my favorite drink to order but the size of the drink for the price is right. The meal was average, I had crawfish for the first time which I thought were pretty tasty. We had a gay waiter who was quite unusual. When he asked if we wanted to desert he said “it’s all so good I just want to get my bathing suit and dive right in.” After that we walked around Harrah’s and called it a night at 10 or so because I had to get up early for the show.

    We woke up at 645 because I thought I had an instructional seminar that I didn’t sign up for but figured I could at the show. When I got there it cost $310 and I wasn’t shelling out that dough for an hour a half to learn about soldering. I went to the hotel and went for a quick run before having to go back to the show. I watched a seminar and then did the show till 4:30. I met up with my mom and Laura after the show. We went out to dinner together to a place called Paul K’s. We didn’t have reservations but luckily got a table. Every restaurant was jam packed due to the conventions. I ordered a steak and they had fish, it was all very good. I ordered a Sazerac to drink which was a pretty heavy whiskey drink originated in New Orleans. After the meal I went to Harrah’s to do some gambling. I started playing poker. They take a 6 dollar rake per half hour which I thought was pretty ridiculous. I started playing pretty tight and just wasn’t picking up any cards. The players weren’t particularly good but I just wasn’t catching and wasn’t playing too well. I left poker after an hour and a half losing 60 bucks. Then I sat a 25 dollar blackjack table with some older gents. I played for 2 or so hours before I lost 340 bucks to put me down 400 for the trip. I wasn’t able to put together any streaks and if you can’t do that in blackjack, it’s hard to win. I left at 1:45 and went to bed sober.

    I got up at 8 the next day and showered. We went out to breakfast at a local place and I ordered some eggs and corn beefed hash. I actually thought it was disgusting but ate as much as I could. My mom had the French Toast which was delectable. It’s also funny too eating with my mom and sister. My sister takes forever to order and everything that my mom see is always “yummy” or “to die for.” They keep me in check and out of trouble so I can’t complain. After breakfast they did some shopping and we walked the town a little bit and I said goodbye at noon.

    I did the roofing show from noon to 5 and then attended a national slate meeting from 5 to 7. After 7 I was finished up all of my responsibilities for the trip and it was time to have some fun. I bought a 6 pack of Voodoo beer. The local beer is Albita by the way. I drank the beer in the hotel room, packed up my shit and went to the casino. I bought into 1-2 for 300. I had JK clubs preflop and I called a 10 dollar raise from a loose fish and 4 people called. Flop of Q83 one club, a guy bet 20 which I called bringing the pot to around 100, the turn brought the 10 of clubs, I pushed for a little over 100 into the pot, the guy took about 2 minutes and called with a weak Q and luckily I spiked on the river giving me some chips. I busted a guy with 99 on a K92 board to his AK so I had about 600 in front of me. I had to leave at 3:45 to catch my shuttle and it was about 2am when I was starting to get loud and obnoxious. I told the guy next to me that I had to leave and head to Boubon Street because I wanted to experience the strip clubs there. These Asian guys kept telling me to play one more hand which I kept agreeing too because I was heads and shoulders better than these guys and fortunately they felt the opposite. At this point I was raising to ten dollars preflop around 80 percent of the hands and basically c-betting and taking it down without much showdown other than the 99 hand. Just to give some insight on their play, I raised to 10 with AQ one called, and the other made it 35 which I only called (mistake) and one other shortie was near all in. The flop was 992 and I folded to his cbet, he tabled a Q9 to bust the other guys. So it got to be 3:40 and I had A7 hearts and did my standard open and flopped a flush draw when chinaman #1 called. I lead out for 20 or so, he called, blank turn I bet 50 and he called then I hit my flush on the end and shoved, he had about 200-250 in his stack and I knew he was getting sick of me. I kept telling him “look buddy I really have to go and there’s no way I’m sticking my money in without getting it back so you should just fold,” he obviously called and I ended up having to stack a mountain of chips. I ran to the cashier telling her to make haste and I’ll give her a nice tip so I gave her twenty for cashing me out and then I ran to the shuttle.

    The shuttle was already waiting for me so I ran upstairs and grabbed my bags and told the guy here’s a 20 buck tip, just get me to the airport. So I was on a bus filled with people driving to the middle of nowhere airport. I got there and the lines were Dikembe Mutombo long. So I’m waiting in this line and I begin to near to this gay attendant. Naturally the line next to me is a first class line so he has to keep taking them before any peasant so I’m starting to get ticked off and he can sense it too. So eventually I spaz out and he takes my luggage and gives me my boarding pass. I get checked into the C gate even though I should be in the D gate so that makes me go through security twice. I get to my plane with minutes to spare and I get seated next to this bro. I instapass out on the plane and he wakes me up as everyone around me is walking down the aisle because we landed. I get up and leave and he alerts me that I forgot my briefcase. I get off in Memphis and order a Caesar salad and sit down. This girl sits down next to me so I start talking to her and she tells me that she’s from Mississippi and visiting her friend in Philly. I gave her my business card and told her to call me if she gets bored. I actually sat next to her on the plane by coincidence but I instapassed out again and didn’t wake up till we were in Philly, /fail.

    I thought New Orleans was pretty slummy. I constantly felt that I was going to get mugged and the side streets weren’t the safest. There are bums all over the place and it just isn’t a place that I would like to live. I wouldn’t mind going down one time and living it up on Bourbon street because I’m sure that would be a lot of fun. All in all a fun time and worthwhile trip.

    By |2010-03-03T00:28:24-05:00February 25th, 2010|My Life|0 Comments

    Pics from NO

    Here are a couple of pictures that I took while I was in New Orleans. I will have a trip report to follow.

    Mississippi River. There was this train passing that was a million cars deep and I didn’t feel like waiting so this was the best picture I could get.

    Here is a picture with my mom and I in front of Jackson Square and the Cathedral. The weather was around 45 degrees and windy which is why I look so happy.

    Jackson Square

    Here’s a place that is pretty famous in New Orleans. It’s a coffee shop that has some interesting pastries. Not exactly my cup of tea.

    We took a bus tour where the guide said that the two legs up meant that they Andrew Jackson was on too bigger and better things but if I remember right it has something to do with how they died in battle or something along those lines.

    Rolls Royce at a hotel (not mine)

    Riverwalk picture.

    By |2010-03-03T00:28:33-05:00February 25th, 2010|My Life|0 Comments

    Tuesday 2/23/10

    I’m bringing this to you verbatim on Tuesday night, my last night here. I’m hand writing it and then typing it later. This was my idea, drink a 6 pack of Voodoo Beer made by Dixie, write an entry and then go out for the night. I have a 4 am pick up time from my hotel to the airport for a 6am flight. My mom and my sister left this afternoon around noon. They are fine fun but this is my last night to experience New Orleans. It’s 9:30pm and I’m going to start out at Harrah’s to try to win some loot and I can go to Boubon street and let loose. No doubt tomorrow is going to be a tough day. I can’t waste to much more time writing though because my time is (unreadable). I will follow up when I get some time to write about it. This was done on Tues 2/22/10 9:30, mark it.

    By |2013-03-15T17:05:26-04:00February 25th, 2010|My Life|1 Comment

    bball and effort

    So we played pretty well against the number 1 seeded team. We actually had a lead at halftime by about 4 and then ended up losing by 10 or so. We shut Chet down but I think we had at least 3 guys foul out and they just were better than us when it came down to talent. We really need a big guy for any other league we play in. If you are 6-4 or taller or know someone who is who would want to play, please let me know. There were no good stories from the game either so that’s all I got.

    I wrote in my last post that I put forth the most effort in my life towards high school track. I would like to say that even towards this I didn’t give 100%. There is something in my mind which separates me from the upper echelon (if you thought brains and ability, haha). I know I’ll never be the very best at anything. There is too many people out there who just work harder at something and will just outclass you. But when I think back over my life, I can’t think of anything that I actually cared enough about to give it my all. Sad I know. I’ll give a couple of examples. I could be way better at bball. Give me an hour a day in gym by myself and I guarantee you I would improve offensively. Problem, I don’t care enough to put forth the effort. Who cares if you win rec leagues, it means nothing in life in the grand scheme of things, so why try? I could take some classes on option trading and learn how to write covered calls and naked puts. If I wanted to spend all my time learning and watching the stock market, I guarantee I could get a better return on my money than I am currently. It would take a lot of hard work and dedication to understanding the market but it’s definitely and option (pun for people who are slow). This skill would actually come in handy because it could make you a lot of money. Lots of effort to be successful but has the potential to pay off.

    So what stops me from being the best I can? Why is it not in my make up to go after these worthwhile ideas that would improve myself and my life? I guess it’s because I’m content and complacent. I’m happy getting by with the amount of effort I’m putting in and I’m pleased with my mentality. Once you dedicate yourself to working hard you become stressed and lose the ability to see the big picture sometimes. I’m considering actually going balls to wall to understand the stock market and try to make a dime or two. This isn’t a bad time to learn with the market being down from the highs. I really believe that I have the ability to conquer most challenges in life if I’m dedicated to doing it, I just don’t.

    I admire people who spend all those extra years in school learning some specialty trade that can make them more money in the future. Let me just break this down though to understand why. So you go to school for 3 extra years and it costs say 100,000. If you had worked those 3 years, with a bachelors and made 40,000k a year, you would NETTED made 75k, money in your pocket. Now you get out grad school and make 70,000, net 45. Out of that 45 you have to probably live off of 25 and you get to put 20 towards your debt a year. It takes you 5 years in the prime time of your life to pay back your debt. So now your 30 years old making 70k and you’ve paid off your college debt. The guy who didn’t go to grad school and made 40 for the last 8 years (while you were in grad school and the 5 it took you to pay back the loan) pocketed 200k NET (obviously he was spending money living but you get the point). And every situation is different. Some people can’t make 70k out of grad school and people off bachelors degrees usually can make more than 40. Just food for thought.

    On a side note I watched Righteous Kill and Donnie Brasco the last two days and I thought both were above average movies. Righteous Kill was entertaining throughout and I thought the dialogue probably deserves more credit that it got. Donnie Brasco was based on a true story and I thought Johnny Depp playing Donnie fantastically. All around good movie and I’d recommend both. I also watched beer league with Artie Lange and it was horrendous, never watch this movie.

    By |2010-02-18T01:12:01-05:00February 18th, 2010|My Brain, My Life|0 Comments

    I miss

    I think back to those carefree days of youth and understand that as you get older and move through different passages of life, you never get the opportunity to relive those times again. It’s sad in one sense but there really is nothing you can do about it so looking forward is a must. The strange thing is that when you’re little, you never really understand how good you had it until you grow up. No bills, no stress, no responsibilities, just the freedom to live life. As you get older you look back and wonder if you would have changed anything. I suppose if I got another opportunity I would probably just do it all the same again because I did what came natural. I write this post about all of the little things that made me happy in the past that I don’t find the same pleasure in anymore.

    I miss a brown bag for lunch. In elementary school, my mom used to make me a plain peanut butter sandwich every day because I hated jelly. Once I got sick of that I’d swap to ham and cheese, every day. After that Tuna or turkey. She’d pack me a sssips lemon iced tea, everyday. One bag of cookies and a one pack of Doritos. I think back to it and the routine of it is so amazing that I just love my mom for doing this for me for all those years. She would even include 6 packs of smarties that I would distribute to each one of my friends. This became a staple of lunchtime and I was the decider of who would receive a Smartie. It’s actually a bit dictator like now that I look back at it but I’ll never forget doing it.

    I miss not paying attention. Classes were such a joke growing up that the ability to do nothing throughout school and still receive high marks with little effort is so incredible that I wish I could relive that. Dave Krieg and I used to sit in Honers History (what a joke) and literally draw full page mazes with tiny, tiny lines. These would literally take hours to do and nearly impossible to finish. I remember doing a video with Lubowitz that was for an English class that we shot of him speeding down the road, throwing a beer can out the window and then running over my brother with the message of not drinking and driving. The project had to do with the Joy Luck Club and this was the part we did. Where else could you get away with such nonsense (she did talk to us after class.) I remember plagiarizing a paper from Encarta and having the teacher write “see me” on the paper. I was so terrified that I never saw her and ended up passing the class before she ever said anything.

    I miss standing at the bus stop. Getting Bud to believe we had an invisible dog. Picking a color of a car and then tallying them up as they drove by. Having the older kids in middle school set the 6th graders up to fight each other. I will never forget when Ed Mcgrath and I were running away from this kid Colby and what was, as my memory serves me, 50 yards away (probably more like 10) he hurls this empty can of whip cream and it hits Ed right in the head while he was running away with his back to it. Had to been one of the greatest displays of timing ever.

    I miss the outfits I used to wear. I used to wear plaid shorts day after day because I thought they owned. I had this one shirt with all black and hot pink lines that was my favorite. I didn’t start wearing jeans till 7th grade. Didn’t start wearing collared shirts till 10th. My fashion has come a long way.

    I miss the games we used to learn throughout our youth and just be entertained for hours by the stupidest things. I remember kickball at recess, smear the queer, football in Pishy’s backyard that was unfair because his arms were as wide as the end zone. I remember playing Magic the Gathering and Redzone and any other stupid card game that game out. Challenges at the Willow Grove Mall with Evan where we’d play the Asian clans that would gather around and take losses like samurai warriors. When we were really little, Bud and I used to play run the bases and football with his dad as the steady Q and Bud would always complain that his dad was favoring me by throwing bad passes but in reality he just had lead feet.

    I used to get excited about going to Dorney Park and Wild Water Kingdom. The car rides there would seem like forever. Another long car ride was Rice’s Flea market on Tuesday’s so we could buy some fireworks because we were pyro maniacs. Baseball card shows at the expo center were always something that I’d look forward too. As much as I don’t like to admit it, I wish I took track a little more seriously. It was such a big part of my life throughout all of high school. I never gave it my all but who was I kidding, it was never going to get me anywhere. It was probably close to the most effort I’ve ever put towards anything in my life.

    I think back to all these things that used to make me happy and wonder what it takes to find that joy in such simple things. Now I feel like I’ve turned to the dark side. Work all week and then get off on things like drinking and gambling and chasing random girls. Everything was so pure and simple in youth. A reference to the late JD Salinger and the Catcher in the Rye would be appropriate here (if you’ve never read it I suggest you do just to say that you have and thought about what’s inside it.)

    It’s funny too because this is what I can recollect when I’m 26. What will I remember when I’m 36? All these things that I enjoy doing now are just so different then what I used to enjoy. It’s much harder to be happy the older you get because of all the different responsibilities and pressures. I think the hardest thing for me is that even if I could choose to be happy, I still wouldn’t know what I’d want to do. Probably move to a tropical location on a golf course, marry a hot wife and raise some kids. The real ability to be happy comes from friendships and relationships you have with other people on this planet. Sharing experiences and relying on other people is what it’s all about.

    Sorry for another one of these deep personal posts but I really had a fun time writing this because it had me thinking back to all these things in my past that made me happy. It also makes me appreciate my mom and my dad so much for taking care of me growing up. I just sit here as a 26 year old and know that they aren’t going to be around forever and that sometimes I take that for granted. I should tell my mom I love her more often and tell her how much I treasure the time we can spend together. Sometimes we all just get caught up in this daily routine of life that we miss out on the important things.

    By |2010-02-18T11:19:51-05:00February 17th, 2010|My Brain, My Life|1 Comment

    Borgata

    I really don’t like making these depressed posts so even though I don’t think it’s that great of a story I’ll give some details of my weekend. Start out buying a case of Flying Dog at the beer store because they had a sales man giving out free samples and I know what it’s like to sell something so I gave him the business, plus I got a glass and an opener. So I drink a handful and then wagon and I go to Kildare’s to meet up with some girl. She has a friend and I get the one with the pin. So I play nice for a while being a good wing man and then wander off to Mad River. My new favorite bartender specifically pointed me out to do an mind eraser which was cool but turns out she’s engaged so it’s just another dumb girl with a boyfriend. I still like her though. I was working some game with a couple decent girls but no conversion.

    Saturday we went to AC. Left at 12 or so and I speeded down to the Borgata. Evan and I played some PaiGow to start where I won 50 or so, I think he was up 7 hundo. Then I went to play some 1-2. I already had a goose and a couple of beers so combined with the previous nights intake I was already pretty good and buzzed. So I sit down and instantly start blabbing how I’m here to create action and that I’m pretty much the best player they’ll ever see. Yada yada I play like a 10/10 (which is tight for those unfamiliar with vpip/pf) I don’t really see too many hands and basically just continued to drink. I called the clock on one guy who flipped at me but he had plenty of time. There was an Indian guy next to me who I was relentlessly needling by calling him awful and telling him how big a fish he was. I didn’t use my casting motion but I would have if he was across the table. Then some guy got a big head against me because he was in a hand and just shoved his chips in haphazardly without saying raise or anything, so I told him to learn how to bet/raise properly. So he wanted to try to take my money. Then Allen Hopkins, some world class 9 ball player, sits down and we start at it. He was pretty bad and ended up busting. I ended up cashing out down 50 or so without really doing too much. I 3 bet kk once and an A flopped which killed my action and I didn’t hit any sets. I had k8 on a k85 flop and the guy turned a 5 and he took about a c note on me when I didn’t see that coming. So I took my stack to blackjack, lost some chips and then put some on a roulette spin which lost and I ended the day down 200. I don’t like losing money so this put me in a sour mood which carried over to this morning but I’m finally feeling a bit better. There’s a blog post that doesn’t make me sound like an emotional mess.

    By |2016-11-02T00:01:14-04:00February 15th, 2010|My Life|1 Comment
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