The Flight

On a whim, I double checked my flight to San Diego and discovered that I'm supposed to leave on the 29th. Whoops. Thought I was departing on the 28th. And while that means I have one less day to spend with friends in SD, it also means I have one more day to reach my goal. Silver linings, people.



After learning of my extra day, I found myself significantly less motivated to get on the grind. Dropping $600 over my last 150 games also might have had some effect. Because of that, I only played a few sets today and decided to hit the casino for some live action.

Only brought two bullets with me and I was out of ammo within an hour. First hand, limped J7cc behind 5 limpers and it came J54 with two clubs. Checked to me, I bet $9, three callers, and an aggro lady makes it $65. I tank, eventually ship for $300. Folded back around to her, she snaps and I cringe...until she tables T3cc. Sweet. Turn 10, river 3. Puke.

I actually made a sick soul read/call to lose the second bullet but I still left the casino with an empty feeling. Meh. I know I'll feel better once I finish the challenge and that's what I'll focus on tomorrow.