Ipanema Beach Bar in Jeans

That's how I roll. I didn't pack a pair of shorts this week, duh. But I really wanted a cigar outside of the dank, dark bar inside and a top shelf margarita. And even tho I gave the bartender a 20 for a 15 dollar drink he just closed down with my glass almost empty without asking if I need another. That's what happens when you're a dude in jeans by the pool.

What a weird week this has been. I have been at the tables about a third of the time I expected to be. I was so disgusted by my snap-call on that poser last night with the losing hand that I pretty much decided I was done with cards for the trip. The good news is Andy, Ads, and Ades have been a complete delight and I "got lucky" on this trip just meeting them. I learned more talking to them than I did at the tables and whenever I'm here learning is always a close second to making money when it comes to goals. I finished up in cash tho nothing to write home about (and yet, here I write) and at this point in my young tourney career I don't expect cashes so I'm not surprised. I can't wait to visit Brighton now.

I also think I'll be spending a lot more time at TDL on Stars. While my showing at the WSOP was nowhere near great I played with the best and think I played correctly in most every hand. I broke a really good hand against Williamson and went on to win, and I laid down a dealt pat-8 three-way when it was obvious to me I was drawing near-dead. I am not overwhelmed playing the game against the best pros and that clearly should translate to on-line play.