On The Felt

So I finally played some cards.

Between the new business(es), the new job, the toddler, and fixing up and selling our old house, there just hasn't been room for poker of any kind - not online, not with friends, haven't been playing at that private room downtown, hadn't even once been to the new casino.

But . . . Slim and I were out for a pint, his later plans got cancelled, and out of the blue we found ourselves on the road out to the Dakota Dunes.  The Dunes opened in August or September, but this was my first visit.

It's not bad.

The night, though, was one of those things of beauty - exactly the kind of night the casino wants you to have on your first visit.

I won a bunch at blackjack while waiting for a seat at the 1/2 NL game to open up, a Pit Boss walked up to me and gave me fifty bucks cash out of the blue for some sort of 'Hot Seat Bonus' and then we got seats at the 1/2 NL game.

I was catching pocket pairs like crazy, and catching cards like I was Paris Hilton and three of a kind was chlamydia. 

I couldn't lose.  I think we were there less than three hours and I squeezed over $500 bucks out of that joint.

And that quickly, the fire is re-ignited and I can't wait to get back.  Pokerpokerpokerpokerpokerpokerpoker.

Good morning there, little Gamblar.  I hope you missed me as much as I missed you.

I'll keep you posted.