I ended up getting in late to the club last night for the WPT satellites they're running. Nothing makes me more frazzled than bike problems (dead battery), traffic downtown, unclear directions and being late.

Combine the four and, well, it's not pretty.

So I walk in and start taking off the leathers while listening to one player make a semi-dig about how they're all waiting for a woman, and how typical is that. I don't even dignify that with a comment.

We pull seating assignments, and I find I'm at seat seven (schweet lucky seven) and to the right of the funny guy with the sexist comment, who is very busy being a yappy pretentious jerkoff (henceforth referred to as YPJ). Perfect.

I'm quiet, I'm waiting, I'm observing. First hand is dealt, KK. 3 people call, I bet 4x BB to the accompaniment of YPJ saying ooo...how aggressive (wtf?). He waffles, he ponders, he talks about me like I'm not there. "Oh I don't know, this seems aggressive for the first hand, but she's an unknown player, blah blah blah". He finally calls, and everyone else folds. Flop is a crappy low rainbow and I KNOW he hasn't hit anything. I check, he bets 500, I raise all in.

Wow. Such pretty fireworks...and indoors too. First hand not even over yet and he's tilting. He mutters and grumbles about having the better hand, and then folds. He keeps bitching about the fold; all I can think of is how great it is that I get to play with someone channelling Phil Helmuth. Luckily, he didn't last long and was out first. Unluckily, he waited around for the cash game so we were blessed by his commentary.

I made one really bad read, and lost a lot of my chips to a nut flush. After that, I was hit with an attack of the passives combined with card death and got blinded out by the 7th blind level.

And even though I only came in 6th of 10, I think I played a good game. I worked on identifying the holes in my game, and watching the players. It was worth the buyin for the experience and to watch YPJ tilt and bust out.

Or at least that's what I'm telling myself.

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Don't forget it's the Mookie tonight!

Hunny Bunny's flight gets in tonight at the worst possible time: 10:30 pm. I don't really have the time to commit to going to the club and playing well, AND it makes the Mookie unplayable as well. But I need to see him, and am picking him up at the airport. Poker has to wait a night :-)