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It really is the best tournament series. My entire day was a breeze. I woke up and played my normal 7ish hours of tournaments and unfortunately didn’t make any final tables. After that I went for a brief run, its briefness being uncommon these days as I’m constantly at Albert Park for 45 minutes an evening. I organized a dinner amongst a number of groups events, which wound up being 10 going out to Koreana BBQ in Richmond.

It was a diverse group containing Zpaceman, Plattsburgh, Annette15, StevoL, Justin, Yang, Dave, Darren, Trung, and myself. I spent the majority of the evening apologizing to Dave Lee for getting him in extremely hot shit with his girlfriend. I’m also here to make a public apology which according to Dave may help to smooth things over to a degree.

While at dinner last Friday Dave’s fiancé Phung (oh man if I spelled her name wrong this apology is going so askew) mentioned that this would be their last night together since the Aussie Millions started up for Dave the next day.
“Bullshit! He lied to you; they don’t start till the 9th!” I blurt.
Her eyes lit up and Dave gave me a look like I kicked him directly in the nuts.
“No, no! Its satellite week!” he protested.
“Oh we’re gonna talk about this” she said.
I quickly realized the enormity of my mistake
“No, no, no, no, no wait he’s telling the truth there is a bunch of satellites this week! There’s a ton, he’s…you know, showing ambition!”

But it was too late. Women are fickle creatures. Dave got his ass handed to him for hours. I’m sorry I fucked that up so hard Dave. I remember those nights where “a talk about this” was inevitable. I feel your pain my friend. My bad.

After dinner at the Korean joint we headed over to a friend’s to play a home game. Annette decided to sit to my immediate left and flat over 90% of my opens. Eventually play got to a strange point and I got a set up hand in my favor:
My stack :$550
Annette: $800
I’m UTG with AsJh. Blinds $5/$5.
Preflop: I raise to $20, Annette min raises to $40, it folds back to me, I consider my options then click it back to $60, Annette calls.
Flop: 2d 7d Jc
I bet $80, Annette makes it $160, I go all in, Annette says “Snap call!” out loud. She tables Jd4d and I’ve got 12 outs to dodge.
Turn: 6h
River: 3c

That was my largest pot of the night and I won in the area of $600. There was about 15 people in the apartment all laughing their asses off and telling stories, the perfect atmosphere for a home game. At about 12:30 a group of six of us made our way back to my apartment and sat outside on my massive porch. We smoked two joints and sat outside laughing our asses off. The summer night was cool and pleasant and my porch is so big I could have 30 over without issue. Then we came in and watched the Wayne Brady episode of Chapelle. It was fucking brilliant.

Now I’m just chilling in my apartment fairly baked listening to music which sounds amazing. I’m debating filling out the interview PokerVerdict has sent me in this state. That could make for some interesting answers. It’s been a damn good day.

12 hour later edit: See this is why I never write after smoking, I just use the same words and phrases over and over, totally unaware that I'd used them in the previous sentence.