Yesterday (Sunday), I woke up at 11:30. For, [y]u[o] see, I had been in the office until around midnight Saturday night, and was too titled to get to sleep before 4:00 am or so. As previously reported, I had intended to spend Sunday in the office, working on some follow up for our client in Korea. However, upon reflection, I realized that, given the time difference, nothing I did Sunday would likely even be looked at by the client until Monday night. So, I did the only sensible thing - I drove out to the Horseshoe to finally get in a session of poker.
I the first orbit was a doozy. I bought in for $300, and immediately posted. After folding 4 hands, I found myself with "Cowboys" UTG. I opened the action for $17, and was re-raised by a middle aged woman (likely, 50 or so) to $75. Action folds back around to me, and I shove (interestingly, this woman had just had AA two hands before . . . not that this influenced my action). She calls without much hesitation. Flop is AJ8 x x. She has ladies, and I'm quickly up $230. After the hand, I'm chatting with the guy next to me - a reg I've played with before. The action got around to my big blind and I must have delayed about 5 or 6 seconds in looking at me cards. The hag from the prior hand yells out, "YOU STILL NEED TO PAY ATTENTION AFTER YOU WIN A HAND, YOU KNOW!!!! Um. Relax, lady. You lost a hand on a questionable preflop call. Let's not be too much of a sore loser.
In any event, I finally FINALLY FINALLY . . . look down at my hand after a five second delay that, apparently felt like hours, and have 6T. I check my option. Flop is 66J (two clubs). Not bad. I check. Woman bets $15. Older guy in blazer on the button calls. I raise to $45. Old Hag folds and Blazer shoves for approximately $150 more. I call without much hesitation. Dude has A6, and I ship most of my profit from the previous hand to the guy. Easy come and all . . . Out of the corner of my eye, I see the Beast smirking and commenting to the guy next to her. Whatevs . . . Hell, after my Saturday, even this c*nt's behavior can't ruin my mood. I'm just happy to be playing cards!
After those two hands, not much else happened. I limp/called a plethora of small pocket pairs, trying to set mine, but never connected (meanwhile, the woman next to me flopped sets with ducks twice -- TWICE -- in an hour and got all in both times for about $500 profit. Ultimately, I won a decent pot with 99. After two limpers, I raised to $15, and got two callers. Flop was 862. It checked to me and I bet $25 and took it down. A little while later, though, I raised UTG to $17 with AQ and went heads up to a J-high flop. I led for $25 and got called in one spot, and gave up on the turn . . . $42 shifting spots . . .
Frustratingly, the game played short-handed most of the night. We had a few people leave chips on the table and disappear for well over an hour (in fact, the Old Beast was absent for at least two hours). We were six handed when the floor opened a brand new $1/3 game. Really? Love rake much? Eventually, the game was 5 handed (three people on "dinner break" and two empty seats. The four people remaining were basically nits, except for one guy that just opened every hand to $10. A truly awful game. At 7:45, I let the table know that, while I hated to leave them 4-handed, I had to leave soon. I gave away a few blinds and, finally, at 8:00, I racked up and left, causing the table to break. Down $53 on the session. 59.42 hours played on the year; down $582 total.