The linoleum was cool however my body was working overtime to warm it. It was straining against pain and trying to decide which direction it was going to expel the offending irritant. The walls around me were slowly gaining color as dawn turned to morning. I closed my eyes when the walls just began turning.
Thus began my Saturday. I was being punished for a midnight hoagie from the 7-Eleven. I hadn't experienced that level of miasma since the day after I moved into my house seven years ago. At that time, extreme exhaustion caught me in its net. And I believe this time a bit of the same was an added condiment with my sandwich, stirred up by a week of stress and long hours, punctuated with the realization that employment may end sooner I or any of my coworkers may think.
I'm ready for Vegas.
After my body had settled down, and a couple more hours of sleep, I rolled out of bed and met my buds for brunch. I got some oatmeal down, along with some toast and orange juice, but I was still woozy and had to pass on a group outing to go see An Inconvenient Truth.
Back at the casa, I grabbed my laptop, climbed back into bed and fired up Party Poker. I still had a mission to accomplish - earning my buy-in to the ladies event next Sunday. I played off and on most of the day, making gains little by little.
I'd intended to attempt the ladies-only bracelet race on Full Tilt, but I forgot to watch the clock and missed it. I went looking for another one and found it. Only it was a Razz event for a WSOP entry.
Razz. Somehow I thought it was poetic. I'd started the day at a low end (no pun intended) so why not end it playing a game that rewards you for having shit. I'll spare futher histrionics and just say, I didn't win it.
I went back to Party Poker(bonus code Iggy, damnit), but felt as though I was swimming upstream. I was working very hard and going nowhere - maintaining just a little better than even. I decided that what I needed was a soak in the whirlpool tub.
Yeah. I got me one of those. When I was told they really cost no more than a regular tub - I told the builder to put it in. Oddly enough, though, it serves as a laundry hamper more than it serves as a tub. But last night, I dumped out the laundry (thus turning today into a much needed laundry day) filled it with hot water, poured in some jasmine essence (from the pantry), lit some candles, climbed in and soaked for nearly an hour, finishing up with the whirlpool jets at full blast on all my aching muscles.
Ohhhh. Yeahhhh.
I then fired up Party and proceeded to nearly triple up in record time. I'm now more than half-way to the WSOP buy-in. And if today's pathetic attempt at another bracelet race is any indication (the first hand I get involved in - pocket queens, all-in vs. A-Q, ace comes on the river - buh bye me), then earning my way in is how it's got to be.
I wound down the evening by dropping $50, though, at a lovely no-limit table at Poker Stars filled with poker bloggers - it was like old times... getting felted by Iggy... playing stupid poker and getting outplayed.... ahhh, good times.
However, I also got a free subscription to Bluff Magazine after calling and chatting with the hosts of Bluff's live WSOP Sirius Radio broadcast. Jason gave me the heads up on the broadcast and the number to call: 1-866-398-WSOP.
So what started out as a literally crappy morning, turned into a not-so-crappy day. I got to spend time (even though I was cranky and crabby - and for that I apologize) with my pals at brunch; I made some money; lost a little bit; played poker and comisserated with a few online pals; and will have a new magazine to read for a year.
One final note - I have some linking to do with those good folks blogging away out there whom I've been woefully remiss in getting linked up. I read your blogs, but I've been damned lazy in updating the roll. I hope to rectify that before I head west this week.
Ya'll have a safe and rollicking fourth!
