8.11.09

I really don't have the energy, desire, or creativity to really write something that is not just a laundry list of what happened today. Rather than any of us suffering I'll just say that nothing has changed. My life has become an exercise in repetition as I drive from the hotel to the poker room, and back again, a few times each day.

It is the same long walk from the room to the car. It's the same winding drive across flat land just waiting for the Mississippi River to flood it. It's the same anxiety of looking for a parking space in the garage of the casino. It's the same people at the poker tables, for the most part.

I did meet an interesting guy this evening. He was young, maybe all of thirty years. He was very southern, and he was doing the thing where he called everybody a bastard or a son of a bitch. He was loud and obnoxious. Finally it hit me. He was being the guys from Texas, on the show Seinfeld, who were meeting with George Costanza pertaining to inter-league play between the Yankees and the Astros. He was funny. Most everyone else was boring.

Well, except one other old timer. He had a thick southern accent. He definitely was lacking something in the tooth department. He had what a friend of mine calls "summer teeth". You see "some are teeth and some are not". Each time this old dude would win a pot from someone he would begin verbally jabbing at them. He was really picking on the guy to my right. Loudmouth was on my left. Finally, I asked him why he was tormenting this nice man. He had no answer. After that he was nice to everyone, especially me. Strange guy, that one.

Everything else is the same. The drive back is the same. The elevator is still the same. You have to insert your room key in order to be able to go up to your floor from the first floor. It is a safety deal. The only problem is the damn things never work and then your elevator just goes to where ever it wants. It is a large pain in the butt.

The room is the same. It's the same crappy 12 channels on the t.v. There are three ESPN channels, they are all alike. I watch a lot of Univision because at least it's something new. I don't understand any of the shows, but apparently women in Mexico are all incredibly gorgeous and not one of them has blond hair.

The buffet is the same. I've given up on it. I eat salads from the snack bar. I think the food in the buffet is tainted. I felt horrible for two days following a meal at that damn buffet. It's almost too much to sit in the buffet and have to watch the other people inhale food while dining in the buffet. There is so much wasted food that I cringe to consider it.

The poker was the same. I am officially card dead. This means that I am not giving much away because I am folding far more hands than could possibly be considered enjoyable. I can't even think of an interesting hand to discuss. It's all just bleh. Meh.

I cannot wait for this week to be over so I can get home to the family. I miss them very much. I can only hope they feel the same.