Looong weekend
Last weekend Jess and I went down to the Borgata in Atlantic City. For our anniversary, Jess had gotten us tickets to see Robert Randolph & the Family Band and the Black Crowes concert last Sunday. It was also the first time I saw their poker room since the renovations, and I have to say I am impressed. The room is huge, a ton of tables, and their was little to no wait to get on. Unfortunately, I didn't get a chance to sit down, as there was no way I could have pulled off a profitable session. By the time we got there, thanks to an INSANE 26 hour shift I pulled at work, I was going on 32 hours without sleep. Yes, that right, a 26 hour shift. I went in @ 10am on saturday. At approximately 5pm, there was a power outage at the warehouse. We still had 12 trucks to ship, and we couldn't use 13 out of our 15 doors because the dockplates were electric. By the time we finished loading @ 4am, we were shipping trucks with three flashlights in the pitch black dark, because our backup power supply that generated the emergency lighting had also failed. The electric company showed up about that time with a huge generator on a flatbed tractor trailer, and as the highest ranking manager on duty, I had to stick around so when the power did come back on I could reset all the systems. We were fully operational by 5:30am. Sunday is usually my day off, but sadly I had switched with one of my co-workers so he could take a vacation, so I was scheduled to be back in @ 7am. There really was no point in driving home just to turn around and come back in so I stuck it out. By the time my relief came in, it was noon on sunday. The concert started @ 7pm, so I had just enough time to go home, get a shower, and we headed down to the shore. As you can imagine, I was absolutely fried by this point.
We arrive @ the Borgata with some time to spare, and I figure that I needed to load up on whatever stimulants I can get my hands on. So the choice was obvious.... Red Bull and vodka. So after I knock down a handful of these, we get ready to head into the venue, with a pit stop @ the restrooms on the way. I use the facilities, and as I go to wash my hands, my heart drops down to my knees. My wedding ring is gone. I check my pockets, the floor, my pockets again, take a peek in the urinal just in case, it is nowhere to be found. It's always been slightly loose, so I am figuring the worst at this point. I'm a mess- the sleep deprivation and the drinks aren't helping either. I break the news to Jess, and we start tracing our footsteps back through the casino just in case, with no luck. I was never certain that I had it with me when we left for AC, when I shower I always take it off because it is loose and slips off easily when my hands are wet. But I couldn't imagine that I wouldn't have noticed in the last 5 hours that I didn't have it on. But there is nothing we can do at this point, so I get another drink and try to take my mind off of it and enjoy the show.
Robert Randolph comes out first. His music just has a way of making everything alright in my soul. I saw him for the first time almost 5 years ago, and just hours before that show, I was laid off from my job. Walking into the show that night, I was at the lowest of lows. I had never lost a job before, I never saw it coming and I had no idea what I was going to do. Within minutes of RRFB taking the stage, I knew everything was going to be alright. And the same thing happened again on Sunday. Jess and I snuck onto the floor and worked our way up to the front, and danced our asses off. His set was a little on the short side, but that's ok because the Crowes were on deck. They blew the roof off the place. Chris Robinson just might be the best frontman of a Rock n Roll band of our generation. By the end of the show, I had forgotten all about the fact I was up for over 40 hours straight, the lost ring, and anything else that may have been bothering me. Of course, reality set in pretty quickly, and Jess and I decided that rather than spend the night @ the hotel, we would drive back to Philly and look for the ring at home. And wouldn't you know, when we got back to the apartment it was right there on the sink next to the shower, right where I left it.
Dave and I have plans on heading back down to AC saturday night for a session. I've been on a decent run as of late, working my online bankroll back up to where it was before I tilted off almost all of it a few weeks back. I've decided it is best to stay away from tournaments for the time being and just stick to the cash games, which is where I have been doing most of my damage of late.
We arrive @ the Borgata with some time to spare, and I figure that I needed to load up on whatever stimulants I can get my hands on. So the choice was obvious.... Red Bull and vodka. So after I knock down a handful of these, we get ready to head into the venue, with a pit stop @ the restrooms on the way. I use the facilities, and as I go to wash my hands, my heart drops down to my knees. My wedding ring is gone. I check my pockets, the floor, my pockets again, take a peek in the urinal just in case, it is nowhere to be found. It's always been slightly loose, so I am figuring the worst at this point. I'm a mess- the sleep deprivation and the drinks aren't helping either. I break the news to Jess, and we start tracing our footsteps back through the casino just in case, with no luck. I was never certain that I had it with me when we left for AC, when I shower I always take it off because it is loose and slips off easily when my hands are wet. But I couldn't imagine that I wouldn't have noticed in the last 5 hours that I didn't have it on. But there is nothing we can do at this point, so I get another drink and try to take my mind off of it and enjoy the show.
Robert Randolph comes out first. His music just has a way of making everything alright in my soul. I saw him for the first time almost 5 years ago, and just hours before that show, I was laid off from my job. Walking into the show that night, I was at the lowest of lows. I had never lost a job before, I never saw it coming and I had no idea what I was going to do. Within minutes of RRFB taking the stage, I knew everything was going to be alright. And the same thing happened again on Sunday. Jess and I snuck onto the floor and worked our way up to the front, and danced our asses off. His set was a little on the short side, but that's ok because the Crowes were on deck. They blew the roof off the place. Chris Robinson just might be the best frontman of a Rock n Roll band of our generation. By the end of the show, I had forgotten all about the fact I was up for over 40 hours straight, the lost ring, and anything else that may have been bothering me. Of course, reality set in pretty quickly, and Jess and I decided that rather than spend the night @ the hotel, we would drive back to Philly and look for the ring at home. And wouldn't you know, when we got back to the apartment it was right there on the sink next to the shower, right where I left it.
Dave and I have plans on heading back down to AC saturday night for a session. I've been on a decent run as of late, working my online bankroll back up to where it was before I tilted off almost all of it a few weeks back. I've decided it is best to stay away from tournaments for the time being and just stick to the cash games, which is where I have been doing most of my damage of late.
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