I went up to my hometown Seattle for the weekend and spent most of the time with my family. My sister flew out from Boston and it was a really low key weekend for me on my birthday, which was nice.
On Saturday morning I played in a $33 poker tournament at "Goldie's" just north of Seattle. It's funny because casinos are somehow legal in Washington, but not Seattle. So anytime you go south or north of Seattle there are a bunch of bootleg casinos to gamble at exactly on the city line. They all suck though. The people at these casinos are completely degenerate gamblers and I am included in this group. It's kind of like if you went to a gambler's anonymous meeting and forced the group to go to the casino, you'd have the makeup of one of these sorry ass casinos outside of Seattle.
Anyways at this tournament I was playing extremely tight but because it's such a cheap, low budget poker tournament they raise the blinds about every ten minutes and I was forced to push JJ all-in pre-flop. I lost to a guy who had pocket aces. The worst part about it was that he had just received a page from his job so he had to leave and was pushing all-in every hand. It just so happened that he had pocket aces against me. And that is how my luck usually goes. So I was out about midway through the tournament.
I played a cash game of 4/8 limit (meaning the betting is $4 pre-flop and on the flop and $8 on the turn and river) and won about $180, which meant I won about $147 after losing $33 in the tournament. I guess that was a nice birthday present for myself. Birthdays are pretty funny after 21...they really aren't a big deal and I think a lot of people dread getting older. It doesn't really bother me. Age is a number and has little to do with much else. Of course you can talk to someone who is three years older than yourself and they may act three years younger, or vice versa. I live my life young because it's more fun and interesting to me. I don't want to go to work in the morning knowing that I didn't do shit last night but go home, eat dinner and watch TV. Life is too short for that in my opinion. I don't have the money to travel, so I might as well live life to the fullest in my own city. And a lot of people view that as "Immature" or "Not growing up" but I view it as "living life." It's like if you never have sex until you're married, then you have sex with your husband/wife but they are horrible...you would never know what good sex was. That probably made no sense at all. lol.
Anyways these degenerates at Goldie's were extremely easy to play poker against, even in a game as shitty as $4/8 limit. It was very simple for me to peg each player and what type of player they were. I didn't try many bluffs but I pulled off a couple easy ones. One guy next to me talked about he hates playing with wild players (who bet and rasie a lot) but then went into a story about how he likes to play his hands blind a lot (meaning he doesn't look at his cards). It made no sense whatsoever as his complaints completely conflicted with his stories of winning hands blind. Despite my desire to tell him what a complete moron he was, I kept my mouth shut.
I left Goldie's and went to dinner with the family...pretty uneventful. That night I fell asleep at like midnight or so. How boring is that for a birthday bash? Wasn't some idiot just talking about how much he likes to live life to the fullest, etc., etc.? Hypocrite. Truth be told, I really didn't have many friends in town this weekend. Most have moved away from Seattle and the ones that are there are pretty settled down. So I opted to retire early and make my mom happy that I wasn't going out until 4 a.m.
Sunday I went to the Mariners game with the fam bam. Good stuff, especially since the Mariners whooped the Rangers ass and the drunk guys behind me were giving it to Mark Texeira all game long, telling him how garbage he was and how he didn't belong in the majors. He went on to make two crucial errors. I think these guys deserve credit for part of the victory. Even my mom was laughing at their relentless taunting.
Other than that I played golf on Monday morning with one of my best friends from when I was little. I play golf about once a year and I really suck. I hit a 120, which is a gross score. The only highlight was shooting back to back pars at a certain point. Not to mention that the Seattle rain hit us hard for about 45 minutes. Oh well. We played through it and maintained. Then we left the course when my dumb ass realized I had left my hat and jacket inside the golf cart, all the way back at the course. Can you spell A-D-D?
Last night when I got back to LAX I realized that I didn't have a key to the apartment so my boy and I just went straight to a bar called "Tokio" in Hollywood. From the airport to the bar....I don't know what to say about myself. Anyways this place was interesting...it was the first time I've heard Milli Vanilli since like '94. And the finest girl in the club was doing some kind of techno-chicken-drunk-white-person dance...but she was sober. We were all looking at her trying to figure out wtf she was doing. It really sucked cuz she was pretty cute but based on the way she was dancing, cleary was mentally unstable. And this is why I don't dance!
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