So I’m back at work and looking at stuff again, but I’m still not through with the healing process. My right eye is perfect, but my left eye feels like a mosquito is continually poking it. Everyone assures me that this will go away, but I guess I’m impatient. And a little concerned because my right eye is So Perfect.
Despite my headaches and anxiety due to mild discomfort which I am surely blowing out of proportion, I opted to play in someone’s home tournament last night. Gus and I had never played with these people before, but we’re always happy to meet folks who enjoy Hold ‘Em as much as we do.
However, Gus forwarded me this fair warning from the host: “You can tell Kat that she’ll be the honorary first female to join us in our regular game. As such, she can expect a fair amount of ogling from the dork contingent.”
The ogling I counted on, but the sexist/condescending remarks were somewhat of a surprise, considering that I’ve played with more “old school” crowds who are consistently polite. I’ve played with a few old men in Vegas that I’d prefer not to meet again, but overall, it’s been pleasant.
Last night, I had a jerk to my right criticizing my playing creditials, and a tobacco chewing meathead to my left making sexist remarks. I was already feeling tired and impatient due to my post-op pain, so once I misplayed pocket aces and lost to a set, my fate was sealed. I went all-in with my first pocket pair after that (eights) and lost… with little regret.
Since these guys were just as much geeks (if not more so) that anyone else Gus and I hang with, they had to have a wireless connection so I could play a structured game online while Gus had his way with everyone else in the tournament.
After several hours, Gus took fourth place and won $30, and I had made the equivalent of the first place winner’s prize money: $120. I may not have taken money from those guys, but I was gonna get it for somewhere. Also, the two aforementioned jerks busted out before the payouts. Too bad their rudeness didn’t make their play any better than mine. How unexpected.
A valuable lesson can be learned here. You shouldn’t try hard at everything you do because sometimes, it can be a painful waste of time. Instead, you should rush through the boring and obnoxious things so you’ll have plenty of time to find the best pair of sneakers for kicking everyone else’s ass.