I sat here last night and tried to crank out a post, but my head was just empty. I've been writing far above my usual level of output and almost all of it off the blog , which is probably why. Now since I'm steaming from bubbling a double shootout on Stars, finishing third with first and second moving on to the $1M Guaranteed, I need to write fast and furious and get the tilt out before going back to work.
The screenplay is coming along. I'm honestly having a blast writing it. I talked to Charlie this morning and told him I was trying to finish the first act by the end of next week. He had just returned from a weekend in Mexico where he and his wife attended the wedding of an L.A. indie pop quartet's bassist. Badly sunburnt and sleep-deprived, he was moving the rest of his stuff into his new office at the HQ of the mini-major where he now has a production deal.
"I've got your lamp on my desk" he told me. I'd given it to him for Christmas the first year we worked for the Big Man. It was red and amber and gave off a nice glow in the office. When the sun would go down for the night, Charlie would call "glow time" and we'd turn off the overheads, pull up the blinds over the windows, turn on that lamp and have spirited arguments about movies for hours. I was glad he took it with him. It's a rad fuckin' lamp and reminds me of good times.
I played a lot this weekend. I got into the Full Tilt $40K Guaranteed via super satellite, but busted somewhere in the mid-100s of 418. I tried another Ladies' Bracelet Race as well, but I made a big mistake on a hand where I had AA on a J45 flop with two clubs. My opponent bet out small and I made a big raise, 6x her raise, which she called. The turn was the 3c. She checked to me and I bet about 1/2 my stack (mistake #1) and she called. The river is a 7, perhaps the worst card that could come for me. She pushes in the 525 she has left and I know she has a 6. There's that outside chance she's been calling me down with a jack, but I doubt it now with the sudden aggression. There's over 3000 in the pot. Could she really be that big of an idiot and just have a jack? Yes. Am I afraid of a flush? No. She would have pushed the turn and I would have gotten out then. Could she have been calling my PF raise with A6? K6? Yes. She's sporting a 53% VPIP. Pocket sixes? Totally. So many reasons to fold. But not enough. I made my second mistake and called. She had the jack. AND the six. Aiyah. I found AK on the next hand in the SB and ran into the BB's KK and that was it for me. Next....
It was a good week in MTTs though. I'm back in the black for 2006 as well as the month of May. My finishes are consistently deep and I'm rereading the second Harrington book to try and refine some of my late-stage play. I'm also zipping through Stephen King's On Writing.
Showcase just left for the evening. He's taking Stacee to the WWE Smackdown at the Arrowhead Pond. Believe it or not, he got the tickets because he's friends with the announcer. Showcase admitted to me a few days ago that he's totally sick of Stacee. She's the kind of girl who likes to be taken care of, and is used to it. He's not down with that at all.
"You need to help me find a cooler girlfriend," he begged the other night as I seared tuna steaks for the three of us.
"Because I really can't afford this shit anymore."