'Scuse, please - we interrupt this post for the following irreverent announcement:
I just left a $25 NL table populated by a few rascally bloggers. Click the image below for the full view. I raised it up pre-flop with intention for a full blown bluff and my sole opponent pushed all-in on the flop (I used this replayer as I was laughing so hard I neglected to get the screenshot):
We now return to your regularly scheduled post:
Hey, you guys - you've done an excellent job of assuaging my Vegas anxieties and have gotten me back on track to down right Vegas giddiness. We seem to all be in the same thought pool - something pops into my head and then I see those thoughts manifested in bits in pieces here and there in the poker blogsphere. It's uncanny.
Otis is fast at work with mental pushups and online practice - prepping in various ways for the adult swim in Vegas. I'm attempting similar 'ablutions' - at least one S&G per night during the week, if not a 2 or 3 tabler. Results are mixed.
I've scrutinized my wardrobe (puh - wardrobe - I'm lookin' at what's been hanging in the closet for the past 15 years..), not quite in the same way as AlCan'tDressHimself, mind you, yet I've come to the conclusion that I'm stickin' with what works for me - comfort is the way to go.
BG has asked of himself just about every question and concern I have had, and then some. Then concluded his missive with some comments that made me go all warm and fuzzy inside... (Thanks, kiddo) ...
Bad Blood's also hitting the MTSNGs (see his link for translation) and prepping for the inevitability of inebriation for those who are imbibing. Me? Well, these days I'm 3 beers a year from being a downright tee-totaller. What will happen when I hit Vegas? I dunno. I'll be playing that by ear... Alcohol + surrounded by a casino full of youthful and not-so-youthful-but-virile male testosterone = "Maudie, NO!" As one might say to the cat who's about to pull the turkey off the table....
And Pauly's getting his cover story together for the chatters at the tables -
Which leads me to Maudie's Vegas Fantasy List
Vegas Fantasy #1: I'm at a table with Pauly and tell the rest of the table he's my illegitimate child I gave up when I was 17 and we discovered that fact while sitting across the table from one another in a WSOP satellite last year.
Vegas Fantasy #5: I'm cool, collected and articulate when I meet the rest of the crew (not gonna happen - I'm gonna be grinning like a kid on christmas morning - note to Otis - hug me all you want and I love chatty..)
Vegas Fantasy #3: Tom McEvoy stakes me to a high roller game and, heads up with Doyle Brunson, I've called his all-in and I'm about to pee I'm so excited 'cause I have the nuts and there's, like, a bazillion bucks in the pot.
Vegas Fantasy #4: I win the tourney - and since that's not going to happen:
Vegas Fantasy #5: I'm not the first one out of the tourney.
Oh, there's more, so much more. It's good that work has gotten unusually busy for this time of year because it's helping the time to go by faster. Today I joined the chorus of 'pingers' and sent out my 'EIGHT DAYS' cry to anyone I could find online. I'm grinning like a cheshire cat just walking down the hall to my supervisor's office. I'm checking Bloglines every two minutes for Vegas updates and Vegas musings.
I told my hairdresser (puh - hairdresser - I get a $10 hair cut, oh, every now and then) - Dude is his name - I told him to "Vegas me, baby!" and he did... My friends are being wonderfully tolerant of my Vegas excitement and co-workers ask every day "Now, when are you going to Vegas?" Today I shouted the answer down the hall "EIGHT DAYS!!" And they may be more than a little concerned as to whether I'll be coming back...
Excited? Oh... just a little.
