Sylvester the BankRoll Molester

Making money at poker is easy. It really is. Just sit in chair, wait for a good hand, bet it, watch everyone call, take down a nice pot.

The hard part is the impatience. The flashy lights. The limo rides and lunches with the Pacific Ocean as a backdrop. Makes one forget that losing can be just as readily achieved.

I was grateful to have @WriterJen pick me up from @CommerceCasino on Saturday afternoon. Got me out to see some of the what LA has to offer. We took a ride to the coast, up PCH past Santa Monica Pier. Stopped at the light for Sunset Blvd. Could turn right to go to Hollywood, we took a left turn: Gladstone's.

Calamari and Crabcakes for appetizers. Lobster, Shrimp, and Scallop pasta for the main course. Food was fan-freaking-tastic.

Three or four RedBull/Vodka's later, Jen drops me off at Commerce. I decide to play some $5/$10 NL. Whoops. Would've been cheaper to say, "Let's take this lunch to some place exotic, like... Australia..."

Been a rough week ever since that Lunch. My brain fell out. Attempting to put it back in. Didn't help that everyone had been asking me, "Are you sure you can afford to play that high?" Well, yeah, I could... before you black-catting Mother Duckers made me all kinds of paranoid.

Gonna get back to it. Thx for reading.