I don’t know if it was having a few losing sessions, being generally uncomfortable in Vegas, or what, but I was feeling out of sorts yesterday morning. I made some bet sizing mistakes that I’m too embarrassed to even mention here. It seemed like a good time to take a break. On the way back I stopped at Walgreen’s to pick up some Advil. Their sound system was stuck in a constant loop playing, “Customer assistance needed in the shaving aisle” continuously. Being already in a bad mood, I was starting to get pretty irritated. When an employee showed me the Advil, “Thanks,” I said, “but you might want to head over to the shaving aisle. Those guys really need help.” She didn’t immediately stab me with her keys, so I guess I do run good sometimes. That loop had probably been going for six hours. I’ll take my job over hers, even losing.
At home I had a video call with Ali, my girlfriend, and started feeling a lot better. That evening I managed to book a winning session without doing anything hopeless. I also got to play with a Detroit poker legend (whether real or in his own mind remains unclear). A guy in a Tigers cap said 10/20 runs every Saturday at Motorcity. I offered that it doesn’t run every week, and when it does it’s usually Friday. He gave me an incredulous look.
“Come on, bro, I’m Hurrican Rob.”
The rest of the table cracked up. I wasn’t sure if it was at me, for being clueless, or at Hurricane Rob, for being a lunatic. In any case, he wasn’t buying that I played a lot at Motorcity. I asked if he had played there recently. Well, yes, he had been banned from the casino for five months, he admitted. But for some reason he was still deeply skeptical that I had started playing in that time window.