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Luck of the Not Irish

Yesterday was my lucky day.

If the house wasn't exciting enough, my heroes at Melrose Mac told me that they could recover my data. This, after the Apple geniuses, said they couldn't without sending it away and charging me at least $900 with the possibility that the problem might not be fixed. So, a case of beer for my Melrose Mac heroes.
This week I'll have a new 12' Powerbook G4 with most of my old info still on there, and hopefully the addition of ILife06 so that I can start podcasting.

So, check this nice turn of events:

1)Turned in lease to make it official
2)Found out the computer content is saved.
3)Found Skylight Books in Los Feliz, then had cheese & wine at the Village Cheese & Wine Shop on padded outdoor patio seating with heat lamps right at the Alcove. I can't wait to go back.
4) and now it gets interesting -

I played some $3-$6 at Hollywood Park with our friend Shig. I was shocked at how green I was. I'm a lot better than last year but when the people at your table are all regulars and know eachother by name, a gril like me walks up and they smell fear. But what they didn't know is that I play by Phil Gordon's Little Green Book of Advice and that I'm lucky.

I took a huge pot (it took the dealer three sweeps of piles of chips to deliver me the blue). Those poor suckers. I had the nut flush on the turn, but there was a possible straight on the board and a few kept betting and betting. I raised a few times and the quiet guy in seat 8 (I was 10) muttered "Bitch" under his breath shortly before I showed my cards. I was shocked. I couldn't believe someone called me a bitch for playing. Hello, it's poker. You're supposed to raise if you have a good hand. A frigging made hand.

So, not long after that scenario I flopped quad Queens. I had already raised pre-flop, but that didn't stop them. Like a goober, I didn't re-raise the rest of the time. I knew I was going to be taking their money and there must have been three or four players that went all the way to the river. One, I didn't want to be called a bitch again. But, two, there was a brassy old woman named Bea all loaded up with gold on the other end of the table who was talking shit about me. I thought I'd go easy on them so as to make some friends. But no, I show the ladies, and then they berate me for not reraising. Whatever. I told them I didn't want to get called a bitch again and that I was just trying to make some friends. What was I thinking, there are no friends in poker. One guy, the guy that would sleep between hands until his kebabs came, he had me beat on a hand that I went all the way on. At the end he said he didn't reraise me because I had been nice to them on the queens. Ah well.

The point is, I need a lot more experience in the card room. Seems a given, but luckily John wants the same thing. So, we'll see what happens. Next time I'll leave earlier and try and make the $20 + $15 with rebuys tourney. I went home $53 up.
But the funniest part of the night was in front of the valet. I was still flustered from telling Shig the stories. (That reminds me, the room mangager must've heard and came over to me and told me to get him the next time someone calls me a bitch. Lol. I told him it had been a misunderstanding. Seat 8 said he wasn't talking to me, but referring to Bea because she was giving him a hard time for taking a while to decide.)

Anyway, back to Shig. Like I said, I was still all excited and yammering away at the mouth. I wasn't watching what I was doing, where I was going, and missed the whole valet set up. I gave them $2 at the desk, but then thought that I wouldn't have to pay the guy again at the door. Shig was looking at me funny, so I fumbled in a crowded coin purse for dollars, but I only had one single.

"You don't get out much, do you?" Shig said.

I laughed. Of course I do, probalby a lot more than him. But cut me some slack, I've never flopped quad queens OR been called a bitch before. And I'm exciteable.

It was fun. I want to go back.

Happy St Patty's Day everyone. I'll be at the FridayForty tonight. I think my friend Scott is doing some kind of stand up comedy thing. But I'm not really sure what it is. It starts at 11:30pm. Pretty late, but if Mark is reading this and he wants to join me, just call.

Current: Burbank, CA
Next: San Francisco, CA (3/22-?)
John: Scottsdale, AZ (3/16-3/19)
John Next: Vilnius (4/1-11)


At 3/17/2006 01:11:00 PM, Blogger Mrs. B said...

with luck like that you shoulda come home with more than $53!

At 3/17/2006 03:51:00 PM, Blogger Amy said...

Glad your day ended just as lucky as it started!

At 3/17/2006 04:06:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Those little bastards! No one call my friend a bitch and gets away with it! Good thing Jennie and I weren't there, we cause trouble in those situations. My mom and I get nasty names muttered at us too when we have a winning streak at BINGO! Those old ladies just get jealous! Go lucky lady and have a fun night. Jess


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