So, we went to
Wendover, NV for a while yesterday. It's like Vegas, but not. Anyway...
Had some tummy troubles after lunch (go figure... I think the culprit was my eating the bell peppers despite knowing better with my stomach), so I didn't feel like getting in on the poker tourney. So, we sat down to the blackjack tables.
Now, I generally try to be scientific about the whole process, but in the end, I know I go on 'gut' as much as anyone else. I was at a bad table, or the mojo was bad... it was hard to tell. I couldn't settle down and made some bad calls that I knew better than to hit on. Finally, things settled down, we had a good groove going, even though I didn't move from my position, which I rarely do well at - seat 2. Did better when no one was in front of me, and yet didn't move over... didn't want to f with the groove.
Then, the creepiest mofo I've come across in years plants himself into the first position. Chills up my spine creepy, my friends. I played poorly, but honestly, I felt like the life had been sucked out of me. He left and I made it all back, and J was ahead, so we left when it looked like things were about to go downhill.
All in all, not too bad. Trip paid for itself, and we killed a day doing something we both love, playing cards.