You got the 1st part checked off
How'd the rest of the weekend go?
Thanks for the bump Jilly.
it's funny, I had all these big plans for the weekend, and somehow I didn't manage to find any time to write.
My second session of the weekend was a little bit disappointing. When I got there, there was already an open seat for 2/5, so I sat there immediately. I'd brought $2k with me, so I felt pretty good about being able to just sit right down and play hard for a potentially long session. Pretty quickly I realized that this was going to be an interesting trip. Most of the table was fairly loose, with multiple players taking this to an unlikely extreme. One player across the table from me - who I later found out owns a bunch of gas stations nearby - was was so crazy that he was making $200 blind pets pre-flop every few orbits. You'd think that this was a recipe for a great session. Unfortunately things really didn't go my way.
I spent the majority of the session folding pre-flop. And no, this was not on account of my extreme discipline. Most of my hands were so atrocious that I couldn't afford to put even $5 in with them. I was dealt nine two off suit at least 15 times in my five hour session, and I certainly had my fair share of eight hi, seven hi, six hi, and so on. When I did get hands they were usually big ones - pocket kings, ace king, pocket jacks. But I usually lost small pots and occasionally big ones. This culminated in a spot where two players limped in a straddled pot, and I made it $55 to go with pocket kings and got three callers. The flop came a bittersweet KQJ two tone, and the action checked to me. I briefly considered checking because of how wet the board was, and because of how loose everyone was playing. But I decided a bet was much better.
I bet $170 and it folded around to one player who shoved all in. He was neither particularly loose or tight, nor particularly passive or aggressive. I decided that I always had enough
equity (with about $400 behind) to make the call, but I certainly wasn't excited about it. He turned over ace ten off suit, and while an ace on the turn gave me additional chop outs, I couldn't get there on the river.
I'll spare you the details of the additional beats that I took in this game, mostly because I don't feel like reliving them, but suffice it to say that I didn't really win a substantial pot for the entire night and I walked away with no money in my wallet. I certainly wasn't anticipating having such a bad session after the previous night's huge win, but I especially wasn't expecting to have to go to an ATM to finish out the weekend.
I had somewhat mixed feelings about playing on Sunday, because I knew I wasn't 100% mentally. But I decided to suck it up and push through since the whole point of the weekend was to get a lot of hours in. Sunday was fairly swingy, with my $1000 being put into play fairly quickly. At one point I was down over $700, but I fought back, ran into some fortunate spots, and walked away with just a hair under $1000 profit.
If anything, the poker was the least interesting part of my weekend. I encountered a guy at the tables who I had played with before on multiple occasions. He had played the MSPT, and railed me a little bit at the final table. We got along quite well and chatted through much of the evening. He knew that I was living in Madison and asked me what I did for fun, mentioning a particular street (one that a lot of college kids hang out around). I said that I don't really go out much, but that I do like the area around Madison a lot. At one point he mentioned - partly to me, and partly to the person between us - that I would be perfect for his daughter.
At the end of his session Saturday night, he came over to me and asked if he could talk to me, so I stepped away from the table and asked what was up. I really can't remember his exact words, but they were not what I was expecting. He said he knew it was a little weird, but his daughter was 25 years old, and that we would really get along. He tried to hand me a piece of paper with his daughters phone number on it, but before he got too far into trying to convince me, I told him that I had a girlfriend. I felt a little bad but I also wasn't sure what the appropriate response was. I said I appreciated it, because I did. I like the guy himself and had nothing against it, but also am unsure how I would have reacted if I was single, since it was frankly a bit bizarre. (Thoughts on this super welcome.)
All in all, I played 25 hours, had a $2000 weekend, and got asked out by a girl's dad. Not bad. Not bad at all.
