Today was one of the worst day's I've had at my company. I was buried with work and undermined by someone that I knew would someday stab me in the back. I've since wiped the blood off my shirt but the scar shall remain and I will be reminded of this as early as Monday. I have to work this weekend and there is no way around it. A lost weekend, and that sucks because I've got to board a plane on early Tues AM to head west for a week. I was hoping to relax but it looks like work won't end for me.
Tonight I got dinner with a couple that I truly enjoy speaking with because they always encourage me and are a voice of reason. I may not always be right but they're always there to tell me to keep chugging along. Afterwards, we met up with some other peeps and headed to 230 5th Ave, the big ass rooftop bar that half of young New Yorkers head to lately. It's got an amazing view of the Empire State Building but it also has some attitude which can be annoying at times. After downing a few martinis, I was almost ready to retire when someone asked if I wanted to go play poker.
We ended up at an underground poker room that's illegal in NYC. Think of the movie Rounders and you'll get the picture, but with less Russians. You need to come with a member or they won't let you enter. I came with Joan and Ernie. The place is located on an assuming street where no one really traffics. You have to get buzzed in and once you enter the lobby, two very large black men stare you down. Surprisingly, everyone knew Joan -- even the bouncers -- as she is one of the rare girls who frequents these places. She's a smart girl with a math degree from MIT. I had to be "dead money," which is a term for easy money because I walked in with a hand tailored suit, Ferragamo tie, Italian shoes and cufflings. No one in the room had a suit. The normal attire was t-shirt and jeans. I looked like a fish out of water with a suit on.
I sat next to more sketch bags than you could manufacture in your mind. Let me describe the fellas around the table: guy decked out in Yankees gear; guy with Boston hat; Joan splitting the Yankee and Boston fans; flaming gay guy blaring Beyonce in his iPod; very large man over 300lbs; fingerless dealer (both hands), my friend Ernie; 2 Asian gang members. Seriously, you could find nicer looking people in online poker than where I was sitting. I played tight playing very few hands and not saying to much other than a little banter with Joan to let the fellas around the table know that I came with the gal. On the first hand I played, I held Ace Jack and raised the blind moderately. That was my first mistake: I should've gone in stronger. The flop is a pair of 7s and a Jack: I'm holding two pairs. Woohoo! I raise strongly and my only opponent calls me. Next card is garbage and we both check. River card is a 7 and I'm thinking, I know he doesn't have a four of a kind: 4 Sevens. I'm at full house with three 7s and two Jacks. I raise real big with the full house and he goes over the top on me, so I call him.
I hear "flip'em!" Damn, he had a four of a kind. Thats when I knew this was a real bad day when I'm losing with a full house and someone is pulling a four of a kind on the river.
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