After that Shirley Temple to start the game, I did say “to hell with it” and pour myself a gin rocks. But it just doesn’t work that well when Missy had my number the THREE times in 45 minutes that we ended up facing each other heads up by the flop. I guess the gin hadn’t worked its magic yet.
Oh well.
Bartender, pour me another Shirley Temple!
Kyy I can’t imagine you working on a Thursday night. What kind of work are you looking for? More importantly, you mean they have jobs in Kansas?
Maybe you should send the bottle to Missy.
Capn’, that was a sordid story. Can’t wait to hear the ending.
Oh man, I had absolutley no plans to bot the tournament. I fully expected to play. Unfortuantely my whole evening got sidetracked (in a good way) and I ended up flaking out on you guys.
Congrats Max…but beware, you did got to taste the Octopus’s tantacles last night…but you will…oh yes, you will.
There are a few. You know, harvesting wheat, helping wagon trains ford the river, serving as a guide for kindly out-of-staters as they attempt to bless our backwards piece of prairie with electricity or running water. That sort of thing.
I botted the first 5 minutes because I was running behind in cleaning up after dinner…no biggie.
I botted a second time when my little guy came running into my room with his pants and underwear around his ankles and kidcrap oozing everywhere. Went to Red Alert! Auto-Bot Mode Engaged! Isolated shorts and pants from kid. Put kid in shower. Take of rest of clothes and turned on shower. Take offending shorts down to Laundry Quaranteen. Grabbed carpet cleaning solution and scrubbed. Went to Yellow Alert. Washed kid meticulously and left him to play in the shower. Went back to second scrubbing. Grabbed clean clothes. Found wife washing the kid a second time. Went to Green Alert. Came back and played a few more hands.
Then I botted for the last time…A relative called that needed my immediate attention and advice…took another 45 minutes…went back to see that I got botted out. Hung my head in shame.
And after all this, I didn’t bot for my initial reason…going out with the wife for a cup of coffee and do the husband/wife quick date thing. 
Hey Kyy…Isn’t sod-busting a daytime job?
You have wagon trains!!!??? That’s AWESOME! It sucks that you guys are in black and white though. Well, you’ll get to Oz someday. Life if much better in Technicolor.
If you can believe this, she called me at work today to ask if she could postpone going to the movies until tomorrow. The reason she gave for putting me off: she’s going to be stuck late at work. On a reg’lar weeknight, I’d buy it. Who votes for she’s going out with married dude tonight?
Unreal. She really thinks she’s getting away with this. She has no idea that the axe is going to fall next time I see her. I’m still debating between the “make her feel like crap” theory or the “nuclear bawl out” paradigm.
We’re just a simple monochromatic folk who help travellers heading west. Often times, for example, they shoot 1500lbs of meat but can only carry 200lbs to the wagon. And sometimes they die of dysentery. Anyway, I just had an interview with Allied-Barton, so maybe I can swing a security guard job. I love a job with a reasonable chance of getting to bet the hell out of some punk kids.
Capn, I suggest showing up tonight at her job with a surprise dinner or flowers or whatever girly crap she likes. Or just call her work and see if she picks up. If not, commence with the white-hot rage. What kind of job keeps you late Friday night anyway?
I went out so fast, I missed Capn’s saga. Nothing like hot and cold running Duck. I did have 14 things going on, and had been drinking heavily since I got off, but I was in like 4th place when I gave my stack to Max.
Lock the doors and turn out all the lights next Thursday. Like it’d even help.
We get to have calamari next week?
Sweet!
Considering I smoked you this week… 
Just want to say how much you guys kick ass. It helps my game a huge amount.
I obviously didn’t mean that. I spewed $200 in $3/$6 last night.
I suck.
Ouch…
comforthugs
Got another Doper who started this thread about a money tournament on PokerStars if anyone is interested.
I can now report the landing of a job with hours that do not conflict with the SDMB WPT. I apologize for the various pins and needles you all must have been on or near. I’ll be working as a security guard deep in the festering bowels of Kansas City, and hopefully will have many opportunities to land fierce uppercuts on punkass teenagers.
For those who haven’t read the thread Yeti linked to, it’s now possible to hold private tournaments over at PokerStars. I know some people really prefer their interface. In case the question of shifting venues arises, I’ll go on record to say I don’t really give a Duck’s ass what we do. If we stay at P’tropolis, I’ll play. If we move to PS, I’ll play. If we stay but there are Doper-only tournaments periodically at PS, I’ll play in both of them.
Oh, Capn, did the nuclear bawl-out with that women happen? After a cursory glance at Dip board, I’m kinda hoping she drives you to distraction.
No nuclear bawl out yet. As might be expected, she will neither answer, nor return my calls. So I’m left with call her at work, or knock on her door. Grrrrr.
The Dip board isn’t as good as it looks. Certainly better than your situation though.
Congrats on the job.
Will the PS tourney be really free? I don’t care much for freebies, but if it’s for Doper bragging rights it can’t be much different than our big dime. I just hate to have to fund yet another site, unless Yeti strikes it rich over there and can slid me a X-fer 
I think it’s always been possible to have private tourneys at PS (I play a monthly game there with players from another message board), but someone with enough frequent player points needed to set it up. No idea what ‘enough’ is. That, and the minimum buy in is $10+$1, which is right out. If the PS game can be a freeroll, then I’m all for it. The is an instant hand history feature there that is pretty handy.
Congrats on the job that leaves Thursday night open.