Player break, dealer 21, player break

I’m just this huge cooler that I have to assume people will come to hate. Tony hates people who do this, but one of my favorite things to do in casinos is watch people bet big. 500 a hand at least. So when poker is looking bad I like going into the high limit room to see what’s up. I watched a shoe where a guy was betting 800 a hand and I think him lose every time. He said he was superstitious and asked me to go. I said yes. I always feel like that’ll happen when I watch. I mean these people aren’t counting, just flat betting huge so obviously they’re trying to get lucky. I’m unlucky. Later a lesbian couple comes in and gets absolutely destroyed. Had to go in pocket twice and then got a marker. After that they inquired about a private table. Apparently in Foxwoods a private table means you can’t even watch a person play, because earlier I was shooed away by a pit boss. The final hilarious moment was when I saw this Spanish PLO reg betting 3 hands for 100 each and got killed. He also asked me to leave. I should get free slot play for all this.

I made a lot of money in Foxwoods last week. Overall over 1800, but I was very upset with my plo8 play. I was up 1800 and ended up merely 80. I made a questionable call to a big shove and got scooped. I also lost a lot 3 handed. Called too much. I’m telling you, plo8 short handed is a different beast than NL and PLO. There’s a lot of “flexibility” as I like to call it and you need flexible cards. You also can’t EVER expect people to make “good folds” to you. So you just need to have better cards. If it means you need to get those blinds stolen, they get stolen. Oh and you do NOT necessarily need an ace short handed, but it sure is nice. But I’m very excited to play tomorrow.

Saturday is usually my shitty day, but not this time. I won in weird ways. Big draws that were up against smaller draws that missed, so I win with ace high. Me getting there on a bluff that was called light. All that crap. At one point I considered leaving at 9pm because the game was slow but it wouldn’t work out with the bus in Queens that takes me home. There’s a dead period and if the bus was late I’d have to wait out in the cold for an hour. Eventually I left NL and slipped into plo. I turned 200 into 550 and got the hell out. My JQKK with K suit hit quads.

I ran into the black guy again and he PROMISED he would be there next week and wanted me to bring the bag. I said ok. I tried to confirm today and he didn’t reply. So I see him on this exact bus and he asks for the bag. HE DIDNT REPLY SO NO BAG. He then shows me I didn’t text him. I showed him I did. Obv he blocked me. Suddenly he replies. What a fucking piece of shit