First two hands, her KK hold up, then she hits a flush on the river. After 10 minutes she’s up about 140 and I’m telling her to warn me if she’s gonna play a hand so I can fold. She replies “oh come on, I’m friendly” with a touch to my arm. She starts showing me her cards when I’m out of the hand, small talk about the Dave show, where we’re from, how long we’re in town (it’s her last night), she tells me I have nice eyes, I return the comp, blah blah blah, and with each blah she’s either touching my arm or my knee. Giggity.

Nate and Jon are wandering around the poker room and come over to watch my table, but really her, and I slip Jon my phone so he can take a front view picture (who wanted a picture two paragraphs ago, I know). Notice those… chips.



I get distracted by poker for a little while, and flop a set, top two pair, and a flush almost consecutively. Then hottie starts racking her chips and I’m all “awww you’re leaving?” and she’s all “yeah my boyfriend’s on his way”. They call my name for 4-8 and I bounce, up $94 after an hour.

My first hand I get red88 in the BB. I raise and get 3 callers. Flop comes as raggedy as can be, with no face cards, and just two clubs to worry about. I lead out with a bet and everyone calls. The turn is a glorious 8s, and I check, next check, bet, fold, I raise, bettor calls and shakes his head like he knows he shouldn’t be in the hand. River is a 2c, I bet, he raises, I call, and he apologizes for playing Qc 6c.

Just like Crasian the night before, this guy would be my nemesis at this table. For a while at least. He’s cleaning up and barely can look at his cards with a wall of chips in front of him. I go about an hour without playing outside my blinds, and when I play those, Nemesis takes them on the flop.

Finally something: KK in late position. I’m re-raising, but someone else caps it at $20 with FIVE callers. Come on cowboys. Flop comes 5c 6h 9h. A loose guy bets out, call, call, I raise, loose re-raises and goes all-in for his last few chips; I just call that re-raise and two others call as well. River’s a 5h. Not exactly a good card for me, but it gets checked around and I bet it to see where I’m standing. Two callers and nemesis folds. Looks good. River looks fantastic: Kh, giving me the 3rd-nuts, a boat. A caller from before now bets out, and I raise, and he re-raises. I pause and for a second get scared that he has either 7h8h, for the absolute nuts, or pocket 55. Those thoughts make me just call, and Steve shakes his head at me for not re-raising. Other guy shows Ah9c, so top pair that became a flush on the river with that beautiful Kh.

Two hands later I’m on the button with AdQd. Nemesis raises; I re-raise; he calls, and everyone else folds. Flop is Q Q X. He checks; I bet; he calls. Turn’s an A. He checks; I bet; he calls. River’s a T. He checks; I bet; he calls and mucks. Thanks for that.

Very next hand, 6c7c that I feel gambly with and call a 4-way cap pre-flop. Flop is 3c 4h Jd. I feel like I have the right odds with a gutshot and backdoor flush draw after a bet-call-call before my turn to act, and I call. Turn is a 3h. Check, check, bet, I try to represent the 3 and raise. Fold, fold, bettor re-raises, I call (yeah stupidly here but the pot was humongous and I was feeling gambly). River is another 4 and no straight for me. He bets and I muck. He shows JTo for just top pair. Oh well, so I drop 60 on that hand after +240 on the previous two.

I win a few small pots, and a while later, an African-American woman sits down, plays every hand she gets, and 80% of the time angrily mucks her hand at the showdown but doesn’t say a word. She will be known as Angry Black Woman (ABW) from this point forward. ABW gets into a heads-up raising war with Nemesis, who gets her to go all-in eventually and shows the nut straight.

ABW re-buys and now I get to play against her in my last hand before heading back. I raise UTG with Ac7c, and she’s the only caller. Flop A 2 T. I bet; she calls. Turn’s a 7. I hesitatingly check; she bets; I raise; she calls and glares at me. River’s a 4. I bet; she calls and mucks. She’s down to less than 10 chips again, and wants to re-buy, but the dealer’s out of chips because she’s been dispensing them so fast. I offer to sell her a rack or two and the dealer approves, but ABW’s having none of that, and mumbles something in my direction. Whatevs. I rack up and cash at $504, +$310 from that table, and we walk back to Bally’s at 4:30 to sleep.

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