My Monday got its start at 3am my time, around noon in the States. I accidentally over registered throughout the course of my day, and wound up 22 tabling with over lap everywhere and my computer slowing down because of all the activity, though it was mostly manageable.

Near the end of my day I wound up going very deep in the Titan $250k guaranteed and the Full Tilt Sunday Brawl. First on Titan was 55k, Tilt probably something like 60k, I haven’t checked. At the final two tables on Titan there was a knock on my door. In came a real estate agent from Century 21, the apartment owner, and two people evaluating the apartment. I didn’t mind the interruption, but considering the apartment looks like a fucking grenade went off in here they certainly minded a few things. Also, when they came in I was shirtless, so I threw on the nearest article of clothing which I soon realized had a large stain on it.

What’s wrong with the apartment? It’s generically trashed in the same way most disorganized and lazy male 20 something’s apartments are, clothes strewn everywhere, surfaces cluttered with all kinds of random shit, some food strewn about, used glasses all over the place, tons of dirty dishes piling over the sink, various crap on my floor. There’s towels hanging up on various chairs, an empty milk carton by the couch, a plastic martini glass that fell apart lying on the floor near the coffee table, I could really keep going here. The sink in the bathroom has been clogged for a couple days now, so it’s full of murky water mixed with toothpaste and mouthwash. There’s a hole in the wall in the bathroom where the towel rack connects due to some…reckless behavior in there. Outside on the balcony the tile is stained because we dropped a bottle of olive oil that wound up making any filth it came into contact with stick like hell. I’m also taking care of Leo for a week or two, and there aren’t supposed to be any dogs in here.

When the group of four came in the look on the agents face was fucking priceless. I paid them basically zero attention because I was busy with my poker, and briefly apologized for “The place being a wreck.” A few minutes after they arrived my internet dropped out and I wound up being on the phone for most of their visit trying to get a friend to cover, and my internet fucking never drops out. Christ.

When I finally got back online I had basically blinded out of the Tilt tournament and got to enjoy watching AK being folded to a raise because it couldn’t connect. I wound up having to shove Q4o with like 7 BB’s on the button and got owned. On Titan I came back with a very good stack because I had been so huge, and with 11 left got it in with JJ against the other big stacks AK (and a very short stacks AQ) and off came the K. There was 25% of the chips in play in that pot.

The apartment owner wanted to go into the bedroom but I calmly told him “Don’t go in there, there’s a girl sleeping in there.” He was none too pleased with this statement and his ‘I’m gonna do it anyway’ attitude made me think he’s not used to having people talk to him like that. Then they went outside to the balcony and spoke in a tone I couldn’t hear and afterwards everyone left except the agent. He was actually a very nice guy and told me he plays on Full Tilt and was pretty fascinated by my playing for a living, but he also had to explain to me that the owner wasn’t pleased, particularly about the dog, and there’s no way in hell they believed me that he wasn’t actually living here. I told him I’d have a professional cleaner in within the next couple of days and the place would be much better soon. Still, I got the feeling the owner will probably spaz out no matter how well they spruce up the place, and I certainly won’t be using him as a reference for the next time I get a place. Normal people don’t seem to much care for the average poker player’s method of solving problems; shrugging and then throwing money at them until they go away and acting like nothing is a big deal.

On the plus side, by some miraculous bit of luck I had put my weed away in the cabinet instead of just leaving it on the table as I often do. So there’s that.

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