Bean has come and gone, putting an end to a fun, alcohol-and couture-soaked week away from poker. I don't think I've ever seen anyone drop so much coin on designer duds in one four-day period than Bean did on this trip. Can't blame her though, since I hardly think all of Western PA has the boutique selection of a single block of Robertson Blvd. We also selected some threads for her to take home to her adorable, but fashion-challenged boyfriend. We think the Seven Jeans will do him good, though Showcase claims that Sevens push the boundaries of male metrosexuality. This, from a man who owns "You Sing Stephen Sondheim."
The break from the tables did me good, and I had a profitable weekend online. Won a couple of $30 SNGs on Full Tilt and cashed a few others. Won a super satellite into next weekend's Full Tilt $25,000 Guaranteed tourney (which I'd REALLY like to do well in after bombing out in the last few of these). And then there was the 500 point freeroll-- with one seat awarded to the $200K Guaranteed at the end of October. I fell just short and came in 2nd out of 129. My opponent just had too big of a chip lead going into the final table to overcome, but I think I really gave him a run for his money-- our heads-up battle went on for almost half an hour even though he held about a 9-1 chip lead over me.
I just read Bill Rini'spost about the December blogger gathering in Vegas. I'm new at this blogging thing, but I sorta kinda wanna go and meet everyone. And seriously, like I need an excuse to go to Vegas? Especially when I'm only 4 hours away? I'm going to think on it seriously this week. Visions of that soft, touristy 1-2 NL at the MGM are dancing in my head and distracting me as I futiley try to concentrate on work...
I snagged some tix to the FLIGHTPLAN premiere from a biz friend so Showcase and I will be doing it up on the red carpet tonight. Party (and OPEN BAR) to follow at the Amanda Sheer Demme Tropicana Bar at the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel. This will be the first (and likely the last) time we are admitted to said venue. That is unless we're packin' some good blow and are on the bony arms of Lindsay Lohan sometime in the future. We'll try not to humiliate ourselves. Or at least return with a good story and a cameraphone photo for the Defamer.