Wow - thirteen straight hours and counting/which of these things is NOT like the others?
Okay. I just woke up with a startle, after having a nightmare that I pulled a Ronnie Thomas and slept through the entire morning's games. "Oh, shit," I thought as I squinted to see the time. If I'm missing the games, then so is Spouse. Whew, 7:19, we're okay. So, I leisurely perused the room service menu, and placed an omelet order for me, a pot of coffee, and eggs over easy with extra bacon for him. He'll be so happy when he wakes up to breakfast in bed.
I figured I could splash out on the room service costs since I won five - maybe even ten - bucks after toiling all day yesterday. Woo-hoo!
What concerns me is that Spouse is not only still asleep - after having gone to bed, oh, eight hours before i did, he looks as though he's in a coma. No stirring - not even when I have loud YouTube music on. Should I check his pulse?
We start again in an hour or so. I'm scheduled to play Joey K in Round 9. I will try very hard not to donate any wins today.
Oh - btw - for any of you who is considering next year's Eastern Championship, these rooms at the Renaissance are awesome, as nice or nicer than at a four-start hotel. I, the product junkie, was especially thrilled to discover a loverly assortment of free Aveda products in the bathroom. Aveda! Including my fave rosemary mint shampoo. Plus - and this is a huge bonus for someone like me who takes two baths a day - they provide a whole shelf of extra towels!
Even though I should probably sleep more instead of typing away, I feel so rested - and antsy to start. With a 2-6 reocrd, I might get a big break, playing some lower-rated players, okay, I'll say it, loo-loos, at least in the morning. Then by mid-afternoon, when I'm at my sharpest, I might actually be able to beat a non loo-loo.
Yesterday, in Round three, I have a good chuckle because I was playing Joel, with Joey M and David Gibson, facing off at the same table. Some lady ran up to Joel and loudly exclaimed, "OH MY GOD, you're JOEL SHERMAN!!!! Can I get your autograph?!!" [insert TK rolling her eyes obnoxiously]. Sherrie then told this lady, "Well, this is David Gibson,another top player" to which the groupie also yelped in glee. Then she held up a big piece of cardboard and shoved it in front of me. I looked at her with a mild WTF? When I realized she'd wanted my autograph tooo, I said. "Oh, you don't want mine - I'm a nobody." "Oh, I don't care, she said, "I still want it." Silly girl.. . .
I figured I could splash out on the room service costs since I won five - maybe even ten - bucks after toiling all day yesterday. Woo-hoo!
What concerns me is that Spouse is not only still asleep - after having gone to bed, oh, eight hours before i did, he looks as though he's in a coma. No stirring - not even when I have loud YouTube music on. Should I check his pulse?
We start again in an hour or so. I'm scheduled to play Joey K in Round 9. I will try very hard not to donate any wins today.
Oh - btw - for any of you who is considering next year's Eastern Championship, these rooms at the Renaissance are awesome, as nice or nicer than at a four-start hotel. I, the product junkie, was especially thrilled to discover a loverly assortment of free Aveda products in the bathroom. Aveda! Including my fave rosemary mint shampoo. Plus - and this is a huge bonus for someone like me who takes two baths a day - they provide a whole shelf of extra towels!
Even though I should probably sleep more instead of typing away, I feel so rested - and antsy to start. With a 2-6 reocrd, I might get a big break, playing some lower-rated players, okay, I'll say it, loo-loos, at least in the morning. Then by mid-afternoon, when I'm at my sharpest, I might actually be able to beat a non loo-loo.
Yesterday, in Round three, I have a good chuckle because I was playing Joel, with Joey M and David Gibson, facing off at the same table. Some lady ran up to Joel and loudly exclaimed, "OH MY GOD, you're JOEL SHERMAN!!!! Can I get your autograph?!!" [insert TK rolling her eyes obnoxiously]. Sherrie then told this lady, "Well, this is David Gibson,another top player" to which the groupie also yelped in glee. Then she held up a big piece of cardboard and shoved it in front of me. I looked at her with a mild WTF? When I realized she'd wanted my autograph tooo, I said. "Oh, you don't want mine - I'm a nobody." "Oh, I don't care, she said, "I still want it." Silly girl.. . .