The willowy blonde hippie girl blew on my neck as she floated past me, the stage lights reflecting pink and blue off the the whites of her glassy eyes. She must have seen how hot I was, my damp blonde hair twisted into a knot at the nape of my neck, sweat pouring down my face, ruining my once-perfect makeup job. I suppose the MDMA coursing through her bloodstream implored her to reach out to me in my hour of need, in whatever small way she could.
Pauly and I took in Knit Ball in different manners. I'm more of a "dance like an idiot in whatever way the music moves me" type of show-goer. He's more cerebral and introspective, with occasional bursts of geeky air-guitar playing. Friday night's lineup featured Particle and Lotus headlining a night of space-porn 70's fusion jams. Lotus really impressed me. Particle was pretty groovy as well, but their jams were going a little over the top by the end of the first set.
We ran into Brad and Angelina at the show. Not Pitt and Jolie, but two of my juvenlie delinquent neighbors that Showcase has befriended in recent weeks. Angelina is a former child actress much like myself. She appeared in a number of made-for-TV movies as well as the direct-to-video blockbuster "Mary-Kate and Ashley Go to the Mall" all before her 12th birthday. She's 19 and hot now, and just might have some legitimate talent. Her boyfriend, Brad is the manager of a head shop in Hollywood. I'm unclear as to his further ambitions. But he's a sweet kid.
I took a shot at the $100 max NLHE on Full Tilt this week since I was feeling good about my play and where my bankroll is at. The quality of play isn't much different at $100 NL than it is at the $50 special-ed tables, only these guys are much more of the weak-tight variety of pescoid than loose-passive. If anyone tells you that online NLHE players are getting better at the game, they obviously haven't been to Full Tilt. There are plenty of morons out there that still call raises with 26o. I did the best when I played small pots and ground it out. I did the worst when I stuck my whole stack in the middle as a 4-1 or better favorite. 3 sessions, 3 all ins, 3 suckouts, $300 gone and I still owe Pauly 3 dollars for the bad beat stories. Bad results aside, I made excellent decisions. I can't control three outers falling. This is a game I feel like I can beat soundly and regularly if I felt only a little less financial stress at the moment. But losing that money I worked so hard for, even though I did it making plays I'd make again and again and again just proved to me that I'm still just not quite ready to handle the losses.
Then again, had I won those three hands instead of losing, I'd probably be feeling like some kind of a fucking genius right now.
So that's the end of my quick shot at cash games. It'll be back to the MTTs later this week once Pauly's back on the east coast and I have 4+ hours at a stretch to devote to playing.
It's finally starting to look like summer here. The sky was so perfect and clear this morning that I could hardly stand to stay in and write. This town does terrible things to one's motivation. If I get enough done I'd like to end the afternoon at my favorite dive bar in Venice Beach and watch the sunset.
Showcase and Stacee are all but finito. They got into a text messaging mini-war over whether he was going to drive down and spend the night in the O.C. or if she was going to come up to the city. She CLEARLY wanted him to make the effort and drive down there, but Showcase wasn't budging an inch.
"I'm not spending ANY more money on this chick. $50 worth of gas roundtrip just to get laid once and have her get drunk and pass out? AND she lives with her mom! In the mornings it's just too weird."
He clearly has to have the "this isn't working out" talk with her, and soon. Poor Stacee will just have to find someone else to pay for her dinners and booze.
If your local newsstand carries Bluff Magazine, check out this month's issue with Michael "The Grinder" Mizrachi on the cover. Some of my favorite poker bloggers got some serious ink in Pauly's article "Poker Blogs: The Best of the Best." Check it out!
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It's finally starting to look like summer here. The sky was so perfect and clear this morning that I could hardly stand to stay in and write. This town does terrible things to one's motivation. If I get enough done I'd like to end the afternoon at my favorite dive bar in Venice Beach and watch the sunset.
You're killing me, here. Killing me! Not only that, but the dancing at the Knit Ball sounded super fun too.
Me = jealous.
When you pay $2K+ month in bills to have sex once a month THEN it becomes expensive.
Does Stacee ever read your blog, Change? I mean, might she be reading all of your updates on her "relationship" with Showcase? Not that it really matter, I just think it sounds funny to think she might know all this stuff already.
Do you have any FPP (Frequent Player Points) on 'Stars saved up?
I've been crushing (well, 2 out the last 5 times anyway) the 40 FPP tourneys there. Each of these usually pay around a dozen entries into the weekly 4,000 FPP 2-seat Main Event tourney.
What I've been doing is immediately unregistering from the 4,000, and pocketing the FPPs. Then I've been playing several-per-week 1,000 FPP 1-seat Main Event and 500 FPP Sunday Million Cash Guaranteed satellites with the FPPs.
In the 40s, just play tighter than crap in the beginning and sit back while players with Ms of 40 bet 1,400 to win 120, then run over their ass later when your earlier play convinced them that you're tighter than Harrington. Oh, and get lucky a time or two.
Anyway, they're cheap, pay 100-to-one, and will only be around for another month or so, so everyone come on over.
I almost back-to-backed them Thursday night. Bubbled out.
Forgot to add that they run every night every three hours.
The ones I usually hit are at 8:30 and 11:30 CST. There's also a 2:30 and 5:30 for your left coasters.
Go to Events->WSOP->FPP Satellites on Stars.
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