It's been a good while since i blogged, and having been poked and prodded into an update a few times in the last couple of days, here we go.Its been a quiet week this week, spending far too much money on my car, most of the blame goes to GazWalker for that but i did manage to squeeze in a little poker last night at Circus.
The Weightman tournament started well with aces, queens and broadway with KJ all nice and early (not exactly when you want them, but ho-hum). My starting stack rises to a peak of 15k before slipping back down to 9 right before the break.
Spoona is seemingly in the wheelhouse for the evening and i must say there were no hiccups. Having said that, he didn't look like he had too much to do.. sitting there like he owned the joint.
We get down to the last 2 tables and at one point, yet another side table is knocked and drinks get spilled all over the shop (only for the 3rd time tonight like) . The female culprit says "sorry, it's my fat arse" to which, for some reason best known to myself, i reply "uh, no comment".
Now.. time slows down at this point. In my head i'm thinking to myself 'why?, why would you say that..?'. As i'm given the insta-staredown as if she's quite literally trying to make me burst into flames I begin to mutter something about there not really being any good response to that statement to which i'm told "you could have just said nothing, like everyone else"...
Upon reflection, i agreed. 'Smooth as always Keet'.
I crashed out not long after that when GazWalker called with the daddy of all draws, much to Zaffa's delight. I will be forever branded 'Kamikaze' in his eyes, christ knows why like.
Off to the G later, see you all there no doubt (except Chris, who leaves forever tomorrow.. what a dick, nobody does that.. apart from the dead of course).
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