vegas
back from vegas. i wasn't going to play any wsop events on this trip, but that was because i didn't know that there was a 3k limit event. i didn't have any interesting situations come up nor did i make many hands, so it was pretty boring. my table draw was fine, minh ly was to my immediate left and he kept trying to give me chips but failed repeatedly by backing into various straights. lost a big pot with aces when a guy called 2 cold on the flop with a gutshot straight draw. in the 5 or 6 hours that i played: no one stole the blinds, there were no blind on blind confrontations and there were no walks for the blind. most pots were contested by at least 4 players for multiple bets. so if you made hands you were going to pickup chips.
dealers were awful. basically slow, unable to keep track of the action, and unfamiliar with tournament rules. i asked a dealer if there was a cap on the betting heads-up and he answers me with "i don't know", shrugs and continues dealing. sigh.
the pavillion was freezing. there was a continuous blast of frozen air pounding on my forehead all evening, causing me a tremendous headache. minh was having one floor person after another come over and feel how cold and uncomfortable we were. they kept telling us they were working on it and after 4 hours they managed to get it fixed. wooo. minh was fun to sit next to, not just because he's friendly and gives action but he kept mumbling to himself throughout the play of the hand, though i don't think many could hear what he was saying. he'd 3-bet an opener and mumble "yeah, i want to get heads-up" or "put a spade out there" and later table his hand with the singleton spade A. so i could play the -guess minh's hand based on his mumbling- game.
dinner at the indian place with lots of nice people that i don't get to see often enough. unbelievably, we failed to hose at ccr. the dinner was pre-ordered for everyone without a single vegetable dish. i'd be pissed to pay for a dinner with no veggies. jerrod at dinner: "yeah every year i have about 50% of myself...and 100% of michelle." heh.
after busting out i went to play a bit while waiting for jerrod. seat open in the 50-100 limit HE so i took it. looked like it might not be good since everyone sitting there looked utterly miserable and there wasn't any talking. but that turned out not to be true. the kid on the other side of the table seemed to be experimenting with a variety of plays and looked extremely uncomfortable. i opened in late middle with some A9o junk and he cold called in SB, BB folds. flop comes J33 and he bets out, i call. turn and river both J's and it gets checked on both streets. he has 76o. um, okay, good luck with that. later a fellow open raises in cut-off and i 3-bet from SB w/ AQo, flop comes Kxx, i bet he calls, turn is another small card, i check-call, river is another blank, i check, he extends his arm with a $100 bill all the way to the table, i immediately toss my chips in and he quickly snaps back his arm to pull back his bet, then tables his 44. okay, angle shooting loser. after the pot is pushed i tell him not to pull any more angles and he mumbles how he saved me $100. whatever lets you sleep at night buddy.
later i pick up black JJ open raise and the fellow on my immediate left insta-calls, all fold. flop is AAJ, many dings. i bet, he raises, i decide to wait until the turn. turn J, ugh, there goes my hope of many raises. i check, he bets, i raise, he calls and *tables his AQ* announcing "we're chopping." sigh. i'm thinking river queen! was probably a good spot to bet the river dark, but i didn't think of that. river is a blank, i bet, he thinks for a second, and calls. heh, well we're chopping unless you have JJ. he was a nice fellow and frankly i think that he was actually trying to help me. i wish people would just play. this comes up on occasion, i think, because of my girlyness.
enjoyed swimming, relaxing and hanging with the guys. congrats to terrence on his fine showing in the 2.5k 6-handed. lame that we couldn't go cheer him on.
flight home on SWA was aggravating as hell. non-stop LAS to BDL (hartford), a full flight. ack. as long as i get a window i don't care. get my window, very petite 20-something sits in middle. whew. then her boyfriend and their friend come along and start razzing the people behind me about how this guy and his girlfriend need to sit together. jerks. other passengers relent and the friend now sits in middle of my row. of course he's very tall and wide, not fat, but our arms and legs are touching. ugh, i hate this.
they start talking about poker and how they are going to settle some bet by playing PLO or maybe chinese. argh, i don't have any money on me. as soon as the flight takes off, he pulls out a pill box and i turn away because i don't want to know what's going on. i turn back just in time for him to flip his head up and finish his snorting, rubbing his nose and white stuff in a trail from his left nostril to the corner of his mouth. damn it! i don't need this crap. i wanted to sleep, but now i can't because i'm worried and feel that i need to be awake because i don't trust this jerk. and he's touching me! it occurs to me that his timing, waiting until after take-off was deliberate. he orders a double vodka and cranberry, giving the steward a nice tip. i figure that's a "don't shut me off" tip. he orders two more doubles and takes some other kind of pill before the flight is over. he flips through his magazine, turning the pages with a little too much force. he's wearing sunglasses and it's dark. later he starts adding up numbers in the margin, all thousands but he insists on writing in all the zeros. 125000 26000 15000 17000. the zeros are pissing me off. until he drops his pen, which lands on my leg, a blue comma penned on my light shorts. i can't say anything because i've already figured out what will happen. when we get off the plane he'll be right behind me on my way to the parking garage, where it will be very quiet. shudder. i tried to concentrate on my book, Running with Scissors, which was very helpful in nurturing my paranoia. in the end, nothing interesting happened on my way to the parking garage, and i'm happy to be home.
out yesterday for a long walk. 71 degrees with a gentle breeze, sunny and everything is green. oh it can be truly lovely here.
50K hoser today. best of luck to my favorite hosers, jerrod, matt, bill and spencer!
dealers were awful. basically slow, unable to keep track of the action, and unfamiliar with tournament rules. i asked a dealer if there was a cap on the betting heads-up and he answers me with "i don't know", shrugs and continues dealing. sigh.
the pavillion was freezing. there was a continuous blast of frozen air pounding on my forehead all evening, causing me a tremendous headache. minh was having one floor person after another come over and feel how cold and uncomfortable we were. they kept telling us they were working on it and after 4 hours they managed to get it fixed. wooo. minh was fun to sit next to, not just because he's friendly and gives action but he kept mumbling to himself throughout the play of the hand, though i don't think many could hear what he was saying. he'd 3-bet an opener and mumble "yeah, i want to get heads-up" or "put a spade out there" and later table his hand with the singleton spade A. so i could play the -guess minh's hand based on his mumbling- game.
dinner at the indian place with lots of nice people that i don't get to see often enough. unbelievably, we failed to hose at ccr. the dinner was pre-ordered for everyone without a single vegetable dish. i'd be pissed to pay for a dinner with no veggies. jerrod at dinner: "yeah every year i have about 50% of myself...and 100% of michelle." heh.
after busting out i went to play a bit while waiting for jerrod. seat open in the 50-100 limit HE so i took it. looked like it might not be good since everyone sitting there looked utterly miserable and there wasn't any talking. but that turned out not to be true. the kid on the other side of the table seemed to be experimenting with a variety of plays and looked extremely uncomfortable. i opened in late middle with some A9o junk and he cold called in SB, BB folds. flop comes J33 and he bets out, i call. turn and river both J's and it gets checked on both streets. he has 76o. um, okay, good luck with that. later a fellow open raises in cut-off and i 3-bet from SB w/ AQo, flop comes Kxx, i bet he calls, turn is another small card, i check-call, river is another blank, i check, he extends his arm with a $100 bill all the way to the table, i immediately toss my chips in and he quickly snaps back his arm to pull back his bet, then tables his 44. okay, angle shooting loser. after the pot is pushed i tell him not to pull any more angles and he mumbles how he saved me $100. whatever lets you sleep at night buddy.
later i pick up black JJ open raise and the fellow on my immediate left insta-calls, all fold. flop is AAJ, many dings. i bet, he raises, i decide to wait until the turn. turn J, ugh, there goes my hope of many raises. i check, he bets, i raise, he calls and *tables his AQ* announcing "we're chopping." sigh. i'm thinking river queen! was probably a good spot to bet the river dark, but i didn't think of that. river is a blank, i bet, he thinks for a second, and calls. heh, well we're chopping unless you have JJ. he was a nice fellow and frankly i think that he was actually trying to help me. i wish people would just play. this comes up on occasion, i think, because of my girlyness.
enjoyed swimming, relaxing and hanging with the guys. congrats to terrence on his fine showing in the 2.5k 6-handed. lame that we couldn't go cheer him on.
flight home on SWA was aggravating as hell. non-stop LAS to BDL (hartford), a full flight. ack. as long as i get a window i don't care. get my window, very petite 20-something sits in middle. whew. then her boyfriend and their friend come along and start razzing the people behind me about how this guy and his girlfriend need to sit together. jerks. other passengers relent and the friend now sits in middle of my row. of course he's very tall and wide, not fat, but our arms and legs are touching. ugh, i hate this.
they start talking about poker and how they are going to settle some bet by playing PLO or maybe chinese. argh, i don't have any money on me. as soon as the flight takes off, he pulls out a pill box and i turn away because i don't want to know what's going on. i turn back just in time for him to flip his head up and finish his snorting, rubbing his nose and white stuff in a trail from his left nostril to the corner of his mouth. damn it! i don't need this crap. i wanted to sleep, but now i can't because i'm worried and feel that i need to be awake because i don't trust this jerk. and he's touching me! it occurs to me that his timing, waiting until after take-off was deliberate. he orders a double vodka and cranberry, giving the steward a nice tip. i figure that's a "don't shut me off" tip. he orders two more doubles and takes some other kind of pill before the flight is over. he flips through his magazine, turning the pages with a little too much force. he's wearing sunglasses and it's dark. later he starts adding up numbers in the margin, all thousands but he insists on writing in all the zeros. 125000 26000 15000 17000. the zeros are pissing me off. until he drops his pen, which lands on my leg, a blue comma penned on my light shorts. i can't say anything because i've already figured out what will happen. when we get off the plane he'll be right behind me on my way to the parking garage, where it will be very quiet. shudder. i tried to concentrate on my book, Running with Scissors, which was very helpful in nurturing my paranoia. in the end, nothing interesting happened on my way to the parking garage, and i'm happy to be home.
out yesterday for a long walk. 71 degrees with a gentle breeze, sunny and everything is green. oh it can be truly lovely here.
50K hoser today. best of luck to my favorite hosers, jerrod, matt, bill and spencer!