the WU reborn

making friends in milwaukee

update on milwaukee coming, but first a story:

i am at potowotomi playing poker with jake and mark and dr. g.  we're messing around on the 2-4 limit table just playing like total donks.  anyway, an old african american guy named walter who takes 30 seconds on every decision caught a 3 outer to beat me in a hand, after which the following exchange happend:

me: nice hand.

walter: (gloating) i've been playing for a long time, mutter mutter mutter....

me: what did you say?

walter: oh nothing, blah blah blah, i ain't mad atcha.

me: ok, no problem, tupac.   

walter: my name is walter, and its definitely not tupac.  tupac couldn't tie my shoelaces.

me: tupac can't do anything except feed worms. 

anyway, other than that, lots of no limit action (going well) at potowotomi, and seeing friends when they are available, mark, jake, jon, and ann so far.  tonight i make dinner and watch kung fu flicks with tyan and jay, and tomorrow night is my get-together with the gang at hi hat.  screw you if you haven't replied yet. 

***update: friday night was fun.  made friend bee hoon and curry puffs with tyan.  then watched amazing funny kung fu movies from the old black belt theater days on channel 18. 

saturday was the hi-hat excursion.  had a handful of people show up for greek at OG's then more show up for cocktails.  special thanks to karl who came in from chicago, and ryan who came in from madison.  lots of photos once i get back to van and can upload.

sunday, saw da vinci code, which was a bit of a disappointment.  there's just not enough time to do everything in the book, and it's hard to show what someone is thinking in a movie, which is a lot of what the book is about, analytical processes, etc.

today i have to go through a bunch of stuff at the house before it's sold.  meh.

saddest story last week

last week, at the broadway casino in the holiday inn, i spoke to a guy in his mid-twenties who claims to have won (and was confirmed by several others there) $2.7 M in the lotto when he was 19.  that money is now gone, tucked tidily in the coffers of area casinos and local poker players pockets.  i'm not sure i could live with myself after that.

a few fuck yous

1. to the idiot who burns the stinkiest incense ever on my (6th) floor, fuck you.  everyone knows you smoke pot all the time, and none of us give a fuck.  the pot at least smells good.  the incense smells like a donkey's sack.

2. to whoever controls the price of fight club at local vancouver video stores, fuck you.  i've wanted to buy this movie for some time, but the cheapest i've ever seen it is 24.99.  even in hoser dollars, that's too fucking much for a movie.

3. to anyone who thinks "grizzly man" was a brilliant, misunderstood, genius, fuck you.  this nauseatingly liberal bipolar freak deserved to be mained and eaten.

4. to all the people who i lend money to, against my better judgement, fuck you.  i never borrow money, and i hate to lend it, but you give me some pathetic story about how you are ass out, dick in the dirt, and of course, as i am your friend, i give it to you.  don't be such a fuck and make me chase you down and bust your balls for it.

5. to michael moore, on general principle, fuck you.

6. to any/everyone who gets involved in a relationship and for whatever reason ignores his/her friends because the significant other completes them that fully, fuck you.  you're just fucking lame.

in with the new...

i've finally posted photos from last month including the seattle trip, dinners at the cole's, and the sausage grill party at loong's. 

toward the end of the month, i was pretty sick, and this compounded by the fact that i was running bad kept me away from the tables.  towards the end of the month, i made a small rally, but in the end booked my first "red" month this year.  since then, i've taken a break from no-limit hold-em and moved on (or i guess i should say back) to limit hold-em.  those of you who don't know, limit doesn't necessarily mean a smaller game, it's just the betting structure is different.  while it's true that you can't bet all your chips at any time, you can still win or lose a good deal of money at limit, depending on how high you are playing.

i've been playing the 10-20 kill game over at the broadway holiday inn.  so far, it's been going very well.  i haven't played limit since i was living in milwaukee.  that's what i started out on, as most people do, i would assume.  having played nothing but no-limit for over a year now, i come to the limit game with fresh eyes.  hands that i would have folded before, i call with now, and win.  it's like a whole other layer of knowledge that i have from playing a different format.  kind of strange, but i like it.

the other great thing about that casino is that i can walk to it from my place.  it's only two miles away, and the weather has been nice.  so, i get exercise, and save on gas.  good times.

i'm heading home to milwaukee to visit friends and family.  i'll be there for two weeks, and i'm looking forward to seeing everyone.  i'm pretty sure this will be my only visit this year, as there is a lot going on, but i certainly welcome other people to come to vancouver to see me.

i'm loving being in vancouver right now.  it's the most beautiful time of year in one of the nicest cities in the world.  because we're so far north, it's light out until very late.  it hasn't been rainy at all, so i've really been enjoying being outdoors.

my smoke alarm goes off all time.  it probably doesn't help that i never clean my stovetop off, but seriously, if i fry garlic and onions, that bastard goes off for sure.  so, i unplugged it.  hopefully my building doesn't catch fire while i'm asleep.

i'd like to teach the world to smile

last night around 11, i was walking home from the broadway casino passing davie and burrard.  there was a young chinese lady wearing sunglasses in a gigantic mercedes straddling two lanes sitting at the stop light screaming at her kid in the passenger seat. 

i felt bad for the kid, so as i was walking in front of the car, i put my nearly empty diet-coke can on her hood, right behind the mercedes emblem.  her kid started laughing, and she looked up to see what the commotion was.  she proceeded to point at me and start screaming as i kept walking.  then, she got out of her car, and started screaming at me in chinese.  i stopped and laughed. 

then the unexpected: instead of walking over to take the can off, she got back in her car and sat there pointing at me and continuing to scream.  i watched in awe and wonder.  the light turned green, and still she threatened me with her finger as her kid and i laughed.  by this time, i am on the curb watching.  cars start honking, and people go around her, clearly annoyed. 

finally, as the light is about to turn red again, she floored it, screeching off cursing.  the diet coke can tipped over. spilling the remaining soda onto her hood, and finally clattered to the street.  a street person who also witnessed the incident walked over and grabbed my can adding it to his already brimming collection.