Weekends are all to short. Even three-day weekends. After my errands on Friday I headed up to Fort Edward for Week III of the APL. When Snake got there I said, I'm taking off early if I bust out, as I have to leave for NYC early tomorrow AM. He wished me happy birthday in case we didn't catch up and filled me in briefly on his TROCK results. We draw for tables and he gets the deal at my table and I'm in the 8 seat. Someone has to move and he pulls the card and gets moved to the table behind me (we have 21 runners 10/12/07). Same thing happened the week before when I got moved from his table when the first person went busto.
Anyway, I decided to play uber-aggressive as was my original intent this season. There are four limpers on my second BB. I raise it to $400 with BigSlick. Two callers. I immediately roll my eyes and say, no one respects my raises here (you nits). Flop comes K8 and a blank. I fire $1500 at the pot and get reraised by a young gun Josh but we lose Wild Bill aka Pappy who has been pwning the league with two wins in two weeks and a chop at the pre-season tourney. I decide to move all in with TPTK and Josh has two pair with K8os and I'm behind and headed for an early exit. I'm out of my chair when an Ace spikes on the river and I double up. Completely overplayed my TPTK but as I said before I was willing to gamble and frankly Josh deserves to be rivered calling my raise with K8os.
I make it to the final table and bottom cash with a 4th place finish and move into 3rd place overall for Season III. Snake went out 11th when his KK allin which he decided to jam with after the TROCK debacle got called by Karen's AQ (she usually is very conservative) and she spiked two Queens on the flop. Pappy aka Wild Bill made it a three-peat after an early brutal suck-out of a newcomers Broadway (cant remember if it was flopped or turned)when he boated up holding KJ on the river. Im pretty sure it was a runner-runner knife to the heart for Derek or Darren and I nicknamed Bill the Luckbox to go along with Wild Billy and Pappy.
Off to NYC in the early AM. My moms back is acting up and she says she wont be able to do a lot of walking. Judy and Jerry are taking the train into NYC and are staying overnight at their son Jeff's Apt. Frank and Barbara are on the bus with us and headed for an exhibit at the International Center of Photography. Its some exhibit of war images. Not the way I want to spend my birthday as I'm planning on having breakfast in Soho at the place picked out and meeting up with LJ. Of course it winds up that only mom and myself take the subway to SOHO for breakfast at the CUPPING ROOM CAFE. I walk south on Broadway a few blocks only to discover that even though I'm on the West Side of Broadway there is no 359 and the address is 359 West Broadway (not the same thing duh).. So back up to Canal and west on Canal and north on West Broadway to the Cafe.
LJ meets me and my mom a few minutes later and we have a great visit. I haven't seen LJ since Vegas and it seems like we rarely catch up between my self-imposed exile from Full Tilt Poker (so no blogger tourneys for me there) and our busy live schedules. We promise my mom we will only say one thing about poker (Vegas in December) but of course that doesn't hold true. I had Eggs Benedict over Fresh grilled Salmon with home fries. My mom had the same but the hollandaise was held. LJ had a cheddar omelet with apples which was very tasty. Thanks to LJ for treating me and my mom to my birthday brunch!! Boy do I want to go to Vegas in December but it's just a bad time of the year for me, work, money etc.
We have a little time to kill and browse Anthropologie. Of course I see tons of stuff I love but the stuff is pricey and I had just bought a knock off top at Kohls for like 1/3 the price of Anthropologie. At 1 PM LJ advises us to head up to our show for a 2 PM start and this is where the day gets interesting.
We get on the Q which will take us right to Times Square. The subway doesn't move. Next thing I hear there is an announcement that says.. Please exit the Subway there is an odor, fire, smoke something either on the subway or in the tunnel. NYFD is there in full gear with axes at the ready etc. But they go no where and stand there with us while the subway takes off empty. Its a few minutes wait till an R comes in. I say to my mom lets get a cab. Some lame NYer looks at me and says you're better off waiting. My mom agrees probably because she thinks the cab will be too expensive. I mutter something like money talks I'll get a cab. Ive spent $$$ for these theatre tickets I want to see the fawking show for crimineys sake. I then state 'IF train isn't here by 1:20 PM I'm hailing a cab." A second train does arrive. Too many people pack onto the R train with no air conditioning because of the mystery smoke/odor/vapor smell. We stand there and stand. And I make the profound statement of "We are going no where". Then the announcement. There is going to be a short delay. FAWK FAWK FAWK.
Out of the Subway station and back to the main intersection of Canal and Broadway which is jammed with too many people trying to do the same thing. I start walking North on Broadway with my arm up in the hailing a cab salute. Within three minutes Im successful. I know twenty short city blocks is a mile and we have almost two miles to go to 45th. So I wave money in front of him (Only a $20) and tell him its all his if he can get us there as fast as he can go. And damn that cabbie was good. Unfortunately we ran into typical NYC gridlock two times. As well as a fire truck and numerous ambulances trying to get thru the same traffic as us. We arrive at the theatre about three minutes late. The cabbie wound up with about a 20% tip not as good as it could have been but a tip is a tip.
We tell our tale of woe to the usher (unexplained subway delay followed by traffic and I also drop its my birthday) and he lets us in as the first number is going on. Our usherette says she can seat us after the second number. We barely missed anything. The show CURTAINS is great even with the understudy in David Hyde's Pierce role as the detective. It would be interesting to see how he plays it though.
After the show my mom and I are still full from breakfast and we decide to shop. I want a blemish/zit extractor so we head to Sephora. I then decide not to spend my money on it as I'm now paying cash for everything and I buy no make-up. I tell myself I have to use up what I have and even though i love the smell of Marc Jacobs Daisy perfume, I had just bought Gwen Stefani's L and am rotating that with Pleasures (Estee Lauder), Versace (Bright Crystals) and L.
Next stop Virgin Megastore. Here I do spend some of my birthday dollars. Virgin sells a lot of great music at $10 a CD and a lot of cheapo DVDS too (of course it costs pennies to print them). My new editions:
1) Bob Dylan - Highway 61 Revisted $10
2) Bob Marley - Legend
3) Duran Duran - Greatest (guilty pleasure CD)
4) Secret Machines - Now Here is Nowhere (the only one not at $10)
We decide to have dinner at John's Pizzeria Times Square location which is in an old converted church around the corner from the show.. Too busy half hour wait and we have to be on the bus by 8 PM. So instead we head to Junior's attached to the Marriott in Times Square. I have Matzo Ball soup, and mom and I split a really good Shrimp Salad Sandwich on Challah. I did mention in my last post I was craving Deli. We each got a slice of their cheesecake to go which i ate yesterday.
What would the weekend be without some poker. I had intentions of playing a full slate of Sunday tourneys on Pokerstars including the Blogger tourney. I got a late start to my Sunday sleeping in. I got home from grocery shopping too late for the noon Deep Stack and the 1 PM 5k guarantee. So I decided to watch football until the 3 PM start time. The Blogger tourney looked sweet with 10000 starting chips but the blind level was really kind of turbo. I doubled up early when my KK got called by J9. I hit a set on the flop, my opponent hit two pair. I played it perfectly and doubled up early. I had Gracie at my table believe it or not out of 1337 players. I also had MurrytheCat who Ive known since my forum days. It was cool though as my early double up had everyone (Katiemother, Katitude, Surflexus, Sham) stopping by my table to say hello, wish me happy birthday etc. Blogger Brad even stopped by!! I felt like I was at the TV table as someone mentioned early on. As I got moved I had several unknown to me bloggers tell me how much they liked my blog. I in turn tried to ask them their blog names to reciprocate and as you can see I have added some new links and moved some of you slackers to the Graveyard (retitled where the heck did they go?).
My early double up was for not as I went card dead midstages and couldnt crack 25k. I fluctuated down between 8000-16000 for a long time and went out 270th running AQ UTG into the BB's AK (again). Congrats to Surflexus, BadBlood, Khanwoman of PokerSluts, EasyCure, HermWarfare (aka Derek) and the Luckbox (CJ) for their deep finishes as well as too Big Slick Nuts who Ive had linked for a while. I did rail Surflexus and BadBlood for quite a while and the blogger crew was on the rail in full
So after I rail the boyz and gal and watch their exits I decide to satellite into the 100k for next week. I also notice that Snake is playing a double shoot-out for the Sunday Million and hes sitting all alone having won his first flight. We hadnt talked yet as I figured he was hunting all day (bow season) and then watching his Cowboys get pwned by New England and I hadnt bothered to see if he was playing earlier as I figured he wasnt. Im deep in my tourney but they turn off chat which I realize when I try to type nice hand. On Snake's final table of the shoot-out I see him type..... IG are you out there?. I cant answer back as when I do they had turned off chat at his table. So I call him on his cell which he has off and he eventually calls me back. I'm like what did you want? He laughs and says "Oh nothing, just seeing if you're watching I have you up but cant talk."
Anyway I tell him how I misclicked a hand I hit trips on the flop with as Im not sure he even saw it. I had a caller all the way to the river and the river was a third diamond. I check the dude bets only $400. My intention is to call there flush or no flush with all that money in the pot as I had put in about $1500 as had my opponent. $400 into a over $3400 pot is laying me 8.5 to one. Im priced in and I fully expect my hand is best but my hand shakes and i hit fold. I feel worse that I look like a complete nit on that hand for folding when all that money was in there. I say nothing in chat as no one cares that I had a Parkinson's like tremor in my hand so I only bemoan my plot to Snake. He tells me to regroup.
And regroup I do. A few steals and a late double up while on the bubble on an all-in (As I say to Snake its only $2.20) and I coast into a seat in the $100000 guarantee for next Sunday. Or I can unregister and use the $T for the Sunday nooner deep stack and re-satellite into this one. I havent played many satellites on Stars. I think Ive tried 3 times at most to sat into this tourney which is only $11 buy-in anyway and thats the extent of my satelliting efforts. Snake got his buy-in back in the shoot-out for the Sunday Million so hell have to try again.
As it is the Ladies tourney is probably on my agenda at Foxwoods on the 27th unless I decide to do the mixed field tourney on the 24th (same buy-in but the tourney on the 24th will have more players for sure).