Darlin’ – it’s sweet how you are always so concerned about my poker play, really. But I guess you think I’m kidding when I say that I really don’t care about the money and sit in blogger games just to donate. A $25 NL game at 12:30 at night when I’ve already taken my dose of Tylenol Cold Nighttime (yum) is not a game I’m bringing my best to. When did we start taking each other’s play in those games seriously, anyway? Surely I’m not the only one who remembers the infamous late night Party Poker sessions where every hand was raised pre-flop and God help you if Iggy was on your left because he was pushing all-in 90% of the time? Those rocked. Isn’t that how we’re supposed to play with each other? And as for me cracking your Jacks with KQ… do we need to revisit the topic of implied Waffles tilt odds? [And helloooo, I had overs.] I know your remarks come from genuine concern – and really, it’s adorably sweet – but rest assured I got my money out of Full Tilt and what I play off now is all free. In fact, since you signed up with my affiliate code (Texas72), it’s actually to my benefit to sit in a game with you and donk around. So don’t worry about me baby.
Not that I’m counting or anything, but I have a mere FIVE days remaining in my college career. I’m going to try and make every class next week, but I don’t think I’d wager any money on it, as the apathy level has been near record-highs the past few weeks. Next Friday I will be in a fantastic mood, and will cap it off with baseball and drinking. And then, perhaps a $2 rebuy tourney if Drizz is up for it.
After that I’ve got two weeks till graduation, in which I will take one final and complete a Congressional research class that I technically have till the end of the year to finish, but I don’t want anything hanging over my head come the morning of May 18th.
I’ve very much looking forward to graduation weekend. Not only are April, Heather, and Jen coming in for the party, but it’ll be the first time ever that my “nephew” has been to his mother’s home state of Texas. If there’s anything cuter than a two-year-old covered in Iron Works BBQ sauce I don’t know what it is. And with the crew that’s crashing here, you can count on crazy dial-a-shot poker being played.
And after that… well, as I told my best friend Jana, the period after May 20th exists in my mind as a big white space. I really need to work on filling that… cross your fingers for me.