Last night I spent like 30 minutes looking up alien autopsy stuff. Not a good thing to do right before bed.
One Year Ago Today
I put up a separate post which contained my feelings from my first Valentine’s Day at college. Basically I ranted about how I didn’t like that we were “required” to make valentines for everyone on our floor, so I chose not to do them. But I got some from other people, which made me feel bad a little bit but I’m still glad I didn’t bother making one for everyone else just so they can be thrown away the next day. Later that night I went to dinner at Gracie’s with a bunch of people from my floor, and it was my first year of college when I hung out with those guys a lot but rarely talked in a group setting. This day was particularly bad because of the holiday, and I had a few chances to say something (anything) to this one girl but I just gave a geeky smile and my mouth stayed frozen shut. I can at least take small comfort in the fact that I’ve gotten a lot better socially in the few years since then, but that hasn’t gotten me a girlfriend so what’s the point.
Since I’m talking about past Valentine’s Days, I’ll mention that two years ago (and two years after the events of the day in the paragraph above) was the time of the Dating Game/Calgary story. I won’t go into it now, but in about a week the post explaining all about it should come up so I’ll mention it again in this section.
My Day
I slept in until 4pm today because I was tired for one, and I could hear the guys working on the bathroom so why not just keep sleeping since I can’t shower. I didn’t want to mention that it was Valentine’s Day today because as a single guy it means nothing to me, but I can’t pretend like I didn’t know what today was. In retrospect I’m glad I slept in because it was a few less hours I had to think about my singleness. I don’t say that to sound depressed because I’m really not; not more than usual anyway. I had just enough time to shave, shower, eat cereal, and get dressed before going to work with Brian.
I didn’t think we’d actually have to work, but we never got called so we went in. There were only four tables going, and the tournament only got 28 players. I didn’t think anyone would be playing today because they’d be out with their significant others, but then again all the single people could want to play poker since they have nothing else to do. I actually felt that it was good I had to work tonight because the alternative was staying home and doing nothing. Normally I love that, but this stupid holiday makes me feel bad about it.
So the night started pretty slow, and my first cash game table had three stiffs so it was looking very bad. But I hit one guy for two big pots, and he tipped me a redbird twice so that saved me. I made $20 that down which actually turned out to be great, because if he didn’t win those two hands I would have only made $10-$12. I thought I’d be forced out at 11, but the room sustained and actually gained a couple tables. Some dealers must have left early because the board got even better as the night went on, and we stayed there until 2am. I really just wanted to do my time and get out and get Taco Bell, but now that I made $135 I’m happy.
I was starving toward the end of the night, so I was happy when I was cut halfway through my down. It was a crappy $2-$4 limit table so I was really happy to be pushed out. I grabbed some sushi for something to keep me alive on the ride home, and then we got Subway which was very satisfying. Then I went home, and now I’m going to bed around 5:30am. Thanks for reading, and Happy VaLINtine’s Day (get the little joke about Jeremy Lin’s last name in the word?).
—Eric Del Medico
