sigh
by thebigeasy59 on 11/02/09
I would have had an awful lot of fun winning a damn tourney yesterday, that's for sure. I had a good day Friday, picking up 3 2nd's on Friday in 90 mans on FTP, which is always half-convenient and half-frustrating. It;s always cool to take money but I don't think there's a single thing in the world that I hate any more than finishing 2nd in something. So in order to get even with life, I drank a billion beers and dressed up awesomely.
The only reason I wore a tie was to have the ability of doing the Bond18 tie trick (right before the Snoop pics). At one point, I was flirting with some girl who was dressed as a catholic schoolgirl, and thus, was wearing a tie. I said to myself that I was doing my own style of inverted tie trick in which I pull her tie in to me, which worked like a charm.
Saturday was a day of hangover recovery and costume building for actual halloween night, so I didn't play a single hand of poker until like 9:30 when I was already drunk. I think I stacked a guy playing 25nl, but I don't really remember. Anyways, we went out again Saturday.
I somehow lost my headphones for my iPod at the bar, and was told by my roommates that I passed out in the wrong bed, among other awesome hilarious stuff.
Sunday morning 'I woke up later than I usually do due to a decent hangover that I had acquired via being the drunkest human on earth the night prior. My first tourney that I played was my favorite tourney, which happens to be the $2 rebuy turbo on ftp, which I FT'ed but made a bad shove to bust in 8th. I proceeded to brick every other tourney for the rest of the day until taking 11th of 5190 in a $2 6-max on stars for not nearly enough money to make me happy. Needless to say, Subway was absolutely necessary for me to avoid suicide.
I am, once again, so over donkaments until next Sunday, and am probably going to grind 90's again until next Sunday, in which I will take 213th in the FTP double deuce and cash in nothing else.
-grady
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