The Rampage

Well, last night made up for my weak showing last Thursday. I was a Wild Card. A Kamikaze. A force to be reckoned with. Unstoppable. It was a thing of beauty. Surreal. It is so very rare that you get those beautiful hands when it's your blind, but it was like clockwork last night. I continually dealt myself 2-7 or 3-8 off-suit, but the blinds were a gift...these cats don't just play 3-6 either. Yep, last night was deep pocket game. Our host is the sweetest man on the face of the planet, but I think last night may have been a little too much for him....I will be quite surprised if I get invited back (even though I brought a kick-ass deli tray & 120+ oz. of the hard stuff.) You just can't win that many hands & be popular. Wanted. Loved. Sigh. I think I'll get over it. Unfortunately, I did miss a huge charity event at Pioneer last night...I'm always in for rationalizing my vices. The infamous Rip called around 5pm, but my fat cat game started at 6, so I was unable to attend. I am at work today...it is supposed to be my weekend (day, more accurately..."weekend" just makes it seem longer)...I would rather be doing almost anything...driving range, Whack-a-Mole, fishing...you name it! A few more hours to go. 2 hours & 13 minutes to be all in by eight. Cheers, jj.