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If you don't know what that title means, don't worry. You'll get it soon enough.

So my trip to San Diego was fun. Won some monies, lost some, but ended up about 1200ish I think. Doesn't matter, I epically failed my bet this month unless I magically catch up to expectation. Oh well, there is still time I suppose. Woot.

With about three or four hours left to go before I had to get my bus (ya, my car is dead...reverse ship it), I got a call from my GF telling me that my bus/train ride was canceled due to weather. Fml, rly? More on this soon.

I got this call while I was at a card room in SD with abarone. Take off your PokerVT hat bro, stop advertising:). We were playing 2/3 NL which is like HUGE for me lolz cause I never play cash and outside of sngs I'm a huge money nit. He raised utg to 9, got 2 or 3 callers, and I called 6 more from the BB with J7c. We each had about 200 behind. The door card is the 8c OMG SHIP and the others are JdTd. It checks to abarone who fires out (can't remember bet sizes but I can assume it's a normal bet size). One man to his left calls (tightest guy at the table). Everyone else folds. Turn is another 8, and I can't remember if abarone check called all in or bet called the guys raise. Either way, it gets in on the turn. The dealer peals a Qd on the river, and abarone quietly flips up his hand and says, "I got The Royal." Really? THE Royal? He said it like it was supposed to be capitalized in text. I crap myself for a millisecond and the freeze. Holy crap...don't card rooms pay off Royal Flushes? OMG I'm getting a cut of this! And then, no one says a word. The dealer scoops the cards, the old man busto nit gets up and sulks away, and it was like it never happened. [x] WAT?!?!?! Screw you, local SD card room.

I won a few pots too. The best was when I got moved to a new table. I was about 65 bbs deep and raised utg to 9 with KK, both blinds called. Flop K72. Check, check, I bet 20, sb folds, bb calls. Turn 7, bb checks, I bet 45, he calls. River Q, he checks, I bet 80, he calls and tables a K. Biggest pot of my life 317 woot. It is lol funny though cause I lose 317 like it's crap pretty much 4 days a week minimum yet this 317 felt like a a thousand cause I never play cash. The only other highlight of the card room was when I hit on an old lady. Ya, that's right, I hit on an old broad. Too bad it wasn't sexual lolz, I just called with a gutter on the flop playing 3/6 limit and actually hit. She had AA and lost lolz. Wow, come to thing of it, I think that's the first time I've ever actually chased a gut shot. Wow. It's so awesome when you hit too, no wonder people chase it all the time!

So after we left the card room, the next step was to figure out wtf to do about getting home. It was pouring rain, and as we were walking back to the car we cut through an alley. We inched slowly across the curbside so we wouldn't step in the huge flood of water the consumed the alley. I thought I saw an opening I could hop through so I leaped...crap. Good bye clean new shoes. Once I already was soaked I just said F it and trotted along through the water. At least our winnings weren't soaked like my pants and shoes. Abarone walked away with 154, and I raked in a cool 197. Both of us starting with 200. Ship!

When we got back to his place, I called up Amtrak and tried to figure stuff out. No help at all. We then found a plane that could take me home later that night. Since he lives like 10 minutes from the airport, it seemed like a solid idea. Well, solid until the price was found - $260. The bus/train was only 48, omg life is so rigged. So I decided to let the little old lady's cracked aces and top pair no good money go towards the plane. I rushed to pack everything up, packed my computer and monitor in my large bag cause I couldn't carry it on like the bus/train (big mistake), and booked my flight over the phone with someone who sounded like they shouldn't be allowed in an airport (ya, I said it). With only about an hour or so to spare, abarone dropped me off at the WRONG terminal. Neither of us knew it was wrong, but I learned that I was on the other side of the airport when I walked inside to United Airlines (not United Express where I should have been) and an elderly lady pointed me in the right direction. She looked like the kind of lady who runs about 5/3 and she did look vaguely familiar. "Did I spike a T on the turn against you, ma'am?" Ah, if only we said what we thought. She sent me on a shuttle across the airport, and I arrived at United Express. I walked in, and it was eerily quiet. I approached the desk and the man weighed my bag. 48lbs. If it was 50lbs, it would cost $125 more. Whew. As I said goodbye to the last time I would see my monitor without a gash in it, I walked over to the security check point. I basically had to remove 80% of my clothing, ditch my shaving cream b/c it's a threat apparently (aerosol can I guess), and get patted down by a 50 year old security guard wearing blue latex gloves. When everything was taken care of, I waited in the lobby for the plane. It was the first time ever I had to walk TO the plane. Like, actually walking up the steps of the plane. It felt like a scene from 24 (new season now, check it out!) where Jack Bauer does something baller. My flight was a two parter. From San Diego to LA, and LA to Fresno. When I got to LA, I had some time to kill so I went and got a burger. When I was sitting at the bar, the lady next to me started to chat it up. She was in her mid 40s, definitely looked like at one point in her life she was very attractive, but at this present time I think the most fitting term is "no dice." I noticed her left hand ring finger was vacant, so it just made the situation that much more awkward. We chatted for a bit and she left. I finished my Bacon Melt and fries (so good) and walked out to wait for my plane. That's when it hit me. I looked down at my pants. Shit. I was in my PJs. I was in my friggin pajamas at LAX (Los Angeles International Airport) at 10 at night. WTF is going on here? It felt so random, so unplanned, so retarded. I heard the announcement for my plane, so I walked back in, took the short flight to Fresno, got picked up, and called it a night. A weird, twisted night.

Cliffnotes:
[x] Had a good time in San Diego.
[x] Won my biggest pot on a K727Q board.
[x] Hit on an old lady.
[x] Missed bus/train home due to weather.
[x] Spontaneously took a plane.
[x] Ended up in my PJs in LA.
[x] Got my monitor F'd up.

Ultra Cliffnotes:
[x] K727QLAXPJs