Played a freeroll tonight...figured it was the best way to get my mojo back.
So this time I went through the checklist; enough time to dedicate to this? Check. In the comfy clothes (in this case an old hoodie of my dads and PJ bottoms that have flames printed all over them. What can I say, I need to do laundry.)? Check. Biological needs satisfied? Check. Laptop battery charged and wireless card working? Check and check. Adequate liquids close at hand? Check.
Which brings me to ol' skully here. This is the best damn souvenir a grrl could have; a GIANT skull mug from Treasure Island. The damn thing weighs a tonne when empty; when full, it holds TWO bottles of beer and well, I can use it as part of my weight training. It was purchased full of strawberry daiquiris at TI in Vegas; J, my best bud and degenerate partner in crime has one to match. It is a souvenir in the most true sense - I have memories of walking the Strip on a balmy April evening, slowly getting "skull-faced" as we moseyed in and out of casinos. Many things were discussed....men, poker, husbands, other men, aging, clothes, the importance of silk and leather in terms of lingerie, poker, and more men. It was the conversation that settled the fact that we are "eff cubed". FFF = Fucking Fabulous Femmes.
I forget that occasionally. Like over the last few weeks. But I filled up skully with soda and cranberry juice, plonked him down on the table by the couch and settled in to reclaim my confidence in my abilities.
Mission accomplished. I felt like a shark swimming with the guppies (MAN were some of these guys dumb!! Made my all-in with twos look like a well planned strategy!). Freerolls are great to break a losing streak. I finished 281 out of 5000; I could have done better but to be honest, I got a bit bored, I don't NEED more play chips, and the laundry was not going to do itself (DAMN!).
J, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. You know what for.