My weekend has been a rollercoaster ride. Friday started great, class wasn't too boring, I got back and immediately started grinding. I'd already put in 30k hands this months 6-tabling, which is pretty impressive for me. I broke even playing for like 3 hours, and quit. Later that night, I saw my favorite multi-tabling nit fish on. There's no way I can express in words how ginormous my edge over this guy is, so I waitlisted all his tables and played. I ended up dropping 15 buy ins at 1/2 that night, which led to my previous blog entry titled "Worst session of my life". Feeling absolutely shitty about that, I vowed that the next day I wouldn't play poker, and go out instead.
So Saturday comes along, I had made plans to go see Quantum of Solace with the girl I've liked for 2 years. Without going into details, she recently broke up with her bf and lately we'd been hanging out a lot and getting along great, which is saying a lot because we clicked really well even while she was in her relationship. I'd hate to sound like a pussy bitch in front of the hip LP.net crowd but that night I confessed to her and well, it wasn't like I was outright rejected or anything but whenever you tell a girl you've liked her for 2 years and the words that immediately come out of her mouth aren't "pls bone me now <3", then it's never really a good thing. So, with the implication that my feelings weren't mutual, I ended up dropping her back after we ate, and I drove home fucking miserable. I really can't describe how I felt that night, it was weird, almost surreal. It's like my life was a god awful dream wherein everything that could go bad for my life was doing exactly that.
People say that money isn't important, other people also say "fuck bitches", but no matter what, everyone can agree that the safety of their loved ones is a huge priority. Well, I woke up today and found out my parents had to evacuate our home in Southern California because of the fires. I'm not there right now (at my apartment near my university), but just knowing that my parents were being forced to evacuate and that my home could easily succumb to the fires really troubled me. Well, nothing I could do - the freeways to my home are blocked, so I just had to sit at my apartment doing what I can only do best, play fucking online pokers.
Since this is getting long I'll just wrap it up now. I played today, immediately started heating up a bit in cash games, and played a few Sunday tournaments, including 2 FTOPS events. Well, I managed to take 4th place for 9k in the Stars Daily Eighty and 300th (lol) for 1.2k in the FTOPS ME, marking it my first (and i hope of many) five-digit days.
While shipping it crucial in the tournaments, I also found out that the winds have started blowing the opposite direction in my hometown, meaning my house will probably crucial dodge the fire!
So I just wanted to share this story of how at one point within the same fucking weekend I was at an absolute low and now I'm rather happy . I'm still a lonely bastard but at least I'm not stuck on the month!