i was feeling mostly better, so i decided to finally get my car.
good ole dan flood picked me up around noon to make the two hour journey to pulaski. after a quick lunch at noodles, we arrived at broadway automotive. the car seemed ok, and i asked the key lady the best way to get to the casino from there. she drew a treasure map style sketch complete with directions that included county roads and "watch for turn offs" but we sure as hell got there faster than i could have gotten us there.
once inside, dan and i learned the cruel truth: casino gambling had grown so big in green bay that they needed three casinos, and our beloved poker room was actually in another building ten minutes away. luckily, a friendly shuttle driver took us there, and in no time, we were upon the poker room.
overall, oneida's poker room sucks. it's smoky as hell. they say no smoking, but the building has smoking in it which rockets up the ramps from the other room into the poker room. i hocked up an oyster in the shower this morning so yellow and hard, it could have been mistaken for a piece of lemon rind.
their chips suck. they are cheap and plastic, and they stick together. also, $1 are purple and $5 are orange. holy hard on the eyes batman!
their dealers suck. i saw the wrong person get paid twice, and half of the dealers had no idea how to call hands.
a few good things about oneida: they have automatic shufflers which speeds up the game a bit, and also their tables are quite nice. also, they offer no-limit, unlike potowotomi. also, the players gave dan a new nickname, but if you want to know what it is, you'll have to ask him yourself.
**update: nickname revealed: LITTLE ABE
we played for a long time, and during that long time, we met a slew of interesting folks, a few of them drunk. they allow booze at the tables there too.
i overheard one of the most depressing conversations ever on my table. a guy said that he was going to play all night because his wife was "you know what," (alluding to menstruating). the only lady on the table entered into conversation with him:
Lady: well you know, even if she wasn't, she might still say that she's on it, you know.
Man: why would you say that?
Lady: oh you know, we women say that a lot
Man: why?
Lady: well, if you didn't know, most women don't like sex.
i don't know if I'm just misinformed, or if most women really just don't like sex. maybe i've just been fortunate enough to have had ladies in my life who have enjoyed it a lot, some more than me. i'd like to think that the majority of women out there at least have the potential to enjoy sex a lot. how depressing is it that this lady has probably never been banged correctly? how even more depressing is it for her husband who was sitting at the next table (who knew 80% of the people at our table who heard the conversation)?
anyway, after a few bad beats, (eleven hours worth to be exact), we took our leave and the search for a cheap motel yielded nothing, so to the cold long road we took, forsaking green bay until my car breaks down again in the north woods and needs to be towed to the nearest city.
tomorrow is the cruise qualifier on partypoker. it starts at 2pm. come watch if you like!