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Wednesday, January 7, 2015

2014 - Moving Forward

Time for a little (like, just a touch) of reflection on the year that ended.

2014 was, like this blog in many ways, simply . . . "meh" . . . 

Work was . . . uninspiring.  Oddly, 2014 was the worst billable-hour year of my career; and, yet, the best year compensation-wise I've ever had, due largely to a strong start to 2014, and also, settling a large contingency case.  But, to say the past few months have been slow would be an understatement.    Moreover, as you already know if you read this blog, intellectually . . . (and, perhaps, "spiritually"), I've had my issues with the work.  People always say that if you do something you love, it doesn't even feel like work.  Well, that works fine, I'm sure, for ballers and rock stars . . .  But what about the rest of us?  Sure, I'm well aware there are MANY people that have normal jobs and love their work.  But, I suspect there is, generally speaking, an inverse relationship between (a) love of job and (b) the Benjamin's.  I'm not sure I'm ready yet to work a job I love 50 hours a week, only to find myself washing down the Cajun Steak N' Shrimp with a glass of house wine at Appleby's on a Friday night.    We all make life choices and, for the moment at least, I've made mine.  But, frankly, I'm not sure what 2015 will hold.  I would not be surprised if I'm blogging from another office (or, perhaps no office) next year this time.

2014 was a year I was sort of pre-occupied with Health.  Mine was, well, status quo, I guess, which is a good thing.  But both my parents struggled a bit. My mom had a couple of mini-strokes; and my dad suffered from a "lung infection" that caused severe weight loss, fatigue, shortness of breath, et cetera, and took nearly a year, including 2 weeks seeing specialists at a hospital in Denver, to diagnose.  Neither is very old -- mid 60's.  I'm thankful they are both alive.  Many people lack such luxury.  Nevertheless, it's tough seeing them grow older and to face the fact that they won't be around for ever.

It has also made me focus more on my own situation.  P3's diabetes is still well controlled.  It's been 2.5 years since I've eaten sugar.  And, for the most part, I'm still very good about avoiding starchy/grainy carbs.   Really, the only time I fall off the wagon is with the occasional late-night burger . . . or sushi (rice is evil) . . . or the even less frequent times I'll forgo a vegetable and choose some sort of potato option at a steak house.    That said, the past two weeks have been rough.  I had sushi twice at Borgata (I mean, how can you NOT eat at Izakaya if you are in Atlantic City), risotto at Craftsteak, and the potato au gratin at Stripsteak (along with some of Michael Mina's complimentary fries).  Perhaps the worst I've eaten in any two week period since August 2012.  So, for 2015, I find myself with renewed vigor to keep my diet even cleaner.

And, in a related note, I've been happy with my Workouts in 2014.  I ran a total of 587 miles and, in October, joined a new gym.  For 2015, I'd like to hit 600 miles on the trails, and drastically increase my lifting.  

As for the Women in P3's life . . . well, at the moment, there still are none.  I started out 2014 in, what I guess I'd call, a "relationship."  She was a cool chick.  Liked sports . . . like to drink (I mean, the giant clit / micro penis thing threw me at first, but I eventually got use to it . . . just kidding . . . or, am I?).  Nevertheless, after a relatively short time, I got tired of making weekend plans with her, and started missing the freedom to do whatever the f*ck I wanted at the drop of a hat.  I started resenting the fact that I had to spend Friday evening at some shitty happy hour with her, when I could be down at Harrah's feeding my sweet, sweet video poker addiction.  And so, it came to an end.  And there's really been nothing since.

And, frankly, I don't mind not being in a relationship.  I can't say I'm looking for one in 2015.  Of course, the thought of growing old and dying alone is somewhat sobering.  And the prospect of getting pity invites to holidays from friends sort of sucks . . . . as does being known as the "creepy old uncle" to my nieces . . . Well, actually I'm OK with that last one . . .  But, what is the alternative?  Spending 30 years in an agonizing relationship so I have someone there in the end to sign off on the doctors pulling the plug?  Well, in any event, perhaps I'll make some progress on figuring out this semi-philosophical dilemma in 2015. 

Travel was ho-hum.  I took no real great trips.  Both my week long vacations revolved around Vegas.  My annual Mets trip with my NY crew was to Philly.  Yuck.  And, I only made it up to 3 Jets games, in part because, well, they sucked.  But also because Atlantic City has simply become unaffordable (even for a diamond player, known to donk off a grand or so on a video poker machine over the course of a Friday night/Saturday).  The bright spot was the many weekend trips I took down to South Florida.  I believe I spent no less than 6 weekends at the Diplomat, and at least two at the Westin in Fort Lauderdale.  Right now, it's 24 degrees in D.C., and I wish I were back down at the beach today! 


Also, my Labor Day weekend Vegas trip was one of the best ever.  I split my time between Signature and Bally's . . . spent a ton of time at the pools . . . and even came home up a ton.  But, most of all, it was fun hanging out and playing poker with folks like Rob, Coach, Alysa Chang and, yes, even Tony. 

As for 2015, I have high hopes.  The Mets trip looks to be a good one -- 3 days in Denver for the Rockies series . . . then a drive north-east to South Dakota to hike the Badlands . . . a day at Mt. Rushmore . . . and 4 days hiking Yellowstone.  I've been wanting to hike Yellowstone for years, and the time has come.  I'm also in the process of planning another 9 day stretch at Signature, hopefully some time during the WSOP . . .

And, finally, my Poker game was . . . underwhelming.  I can't even recall playing very many tournaments.  And, as for my cash game, all told I played 103 hours of $1/2 & $1/3, and finished a mere $78 in the black.  This was due largely to my drunken (but fun) MLK weekend trip to the MGM, during which I got crushed to the tune of -$935 over the course of three days.  It took some time to recover from that.  Plus, I guess I'm still not a very strong player.  This year, however, it is my goal to book the most cash hours I've ever played.  Having the Horseshoe so close by will help in this regard.  Really, it's just a matter of me motivating to play.

Anyhow . . . I hope all your years were fantastic.  Thanks for making this blog a very minor part of your 2014.  And now . . . onward and upward!

-P3

18 comments:

  1. Nice summary (a.k.a., way to come along and crush the way my year-end entry was done)... :) Colorado, the Rockies, Mt. Rushmore, Yellowstone - how could that POSSIBLY beat Philly??? Have an outstanding 2015 Mr. Bond...

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  2. This writing from 2013 may put your job into perspective: http://strikemag.org/bullshit-jobs/ If not it is at least good for a few laughs for it's idiocy. Best of luck at the Shoe in 2015

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  3. I hear ya P3! Especially on the parents' front. It doesn't get easier unfortunately and I don't know if you've had 'the talk' with your parents about their final wishes but I think it's tougher than the birds/bees one.

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  4. Maybe you should get a roommate in 2015. Someone who loves to play poker and gamble. I'm sure there is someone on the East coast who would jump at the chance.

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    1. not sure who that would be ive never much cared for living with roommates who arent female

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  5. P3,
    I liked the summary post for 2014. I hope you see an improvement on all fronts for 2015. How could you forget your trip to the Queen City to see the Reds and visit The Horseshoe Casino. LOL. I'm hoping to catch some Rockies games too this year, as we are moving to Denver in about 3 weeks. Keep grinding & watch out for those mini-penis/huge clits. LOL

    ohcowboy12go soon to be cocowboy12go

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    1. Ahhhh!!!! Good call. I left out my favorite weekend of the year! I suck.

      Which reminds me -- another goal for 2015 -- Maximize the baseball season. I let myself down in 2014. It wasn't until the season was half way over that I really got into things . . . and I was never able to plan another weekend to compete with Cincy!

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  6. I mean, the giant clit / micro penis thing threw me at first, but I eventually got use to it . . . just kidding

    This had me LOL.

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  7. There's nothing wrong with your recap except the tone. You sound depressed.

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    1. Hey Josie. Good to hear from you. I wouldn't say I'm "depressed." Just dealing with more uncertainty than I have for the past decade or so. I know I have nothing to really complain about, compared to many others . . . Perhaps life has just been too easy (u see . . .). Maybe I've just gotten complacent (personally and professionally). Really not sure.

      Anyhow . . . hope all is well with you!

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  8. What would angerisagift say? First world problems ...

    Oh geez -- now I am quoting angerisagift. lol

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    1. LOL my life is complete. when the world/internet famous Lightning quotes u. #iamdoingitright

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  9. u shoould move to colorado, counselor. u can open that Kush/Koffee/Donut shop, u ,see. yr brother is already in the restuarant biz,so he knows the right ppl to pay off(code inspectors,cops,etc) and know all the legal b.s that THE MAN uses to keep the people down. and i could b like Guy Fieri (or whatever his name is) making sure customers pair the right strain/donut or strain/coffee, u see

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    1. A match made in heaven. Throw in TBC for a comprehensive p.r. plan and you are all set.

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    2. @lightning i didnt say anything about mashed potatoes Plus there is food involved so need to bathe and sheeeeeeeeit LOL

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  10. I'm a little confused, it isn't clear to me which one of you has the micro penis.

    You left out discovering that you have your own personal stalker--and that he's a neurologist, no less. That alone makes it a winning year.

    Congrats, sir.

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  11. Nice write up! I spent a week in Jackson Hole and 2 days in Yellowstone last summer and it is an incredible place. Frankly I enjoyed Grand Teton National Park more than Yellowstone, found it more beautiful, etc. but w/e. I would highly recommend if you are there to not miss the Teton's and the whole park.

    Also I think TBC is letting you know that he doesn't want to be roomies...lol

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