Weekend Recap
This is the third time I've tried to write a post for today. I'm having a bad day, and I'm tired and cranky. I'd love to curl up under my desk for a nap, but people won't leave me long enough. I keep deleting and starting over... Hopefully, this one won't sound as bitter and miserable as my last two tries.
We were in AC this weekend. Since my Mom was visiting, I didn't get to play any poker. She's an action junkie (no folding!) and tends to lose her money quick, so she doesn't play in the casinos anymore. She prefers the slots, and I couldn't let her spend the days alone. We played a ton of slots, and we all know how -EV that is unless you hit big. We didn't. We'd usually hit enough to keep us playing for a while. I was down until the guys got me playing four card poker out on one of the tables. I went up $100 to cover some of the slot losses, then played craps for a little bit and broke even there. I enjoyed the weekend, but I'm jonesin' for poker.
My next chance to play will probably be the Boathouse freeroll tomorrow night. It's not real poker since the people playing are worse than the fish on Party Poker, but it's something. Mom will play, too. I'm oncall this week, so I won't be doing much drinking anyways.
I actually love having my Mom visit. Most people usually aren't happy when the parents or in-laws visit. We're lucky. My Mom spoils us when she comes to visit. She needs a break from my family, so she escapes to our house. In return, she does my laundry and has dinner ready for us when we come home from work. It's great not to have to do this stuff when I get home at night. I also have someone to talk to when I get home. Since Al and I work at the same place, we talk on the way home. Then, he's online doing whatever and I veg out watching TV - or vice versa. Mom and I talk while washing dishes, or I take her out for ice cream at this cool place down the block, or we go shopping for whatever we need. It's nice having her around.
I hope I can shake the grumpiness before I go home. I'd hate to ruin her trip by being miserable. Maybe I just need a good night's sleep and some home cooked food.
We were in AC this weekend. Since my Mom was visiting, I didn't get to play any poker. She's an action junkie (no folding!) and tends to lose her money quick, so she doesn't play in the casinos anymore. She prefers the slots, and I couldn't let her spend the days alone. We played a ton of slots, and we all know how -EV that is unless you hit big. We didn't. We'd usually hit enough to keep us playing for a while. I was down until the guys got me playing four card poker out on one of the tables. I went up $100 to cover some of the slot losses, then played craps for a little bit and broke even there. I enjoyed the weekend, but I'm jonesin' for poker.
My next chance to play will probably be the Boathouse freeroll tomorrow night. It's not real poker since the people playing are worse than the fish on Party Poker, but it's something. Mom will play, too. I'm oncall this week, so I won't be doing much drinking anyways.
I actually love having my Mom visit. Most people usually aren't happy when the parents or in-laws visit. We're lucky. My Mom spoils us when she comes to visit. She needs a break from my family, so she escapes to our house. In return, she does my laundry and has dinner ready for us when we come home from work. It's great not to have to do this stuff when I get home at night. I also have someone to talk to when I get home. Since Al and I work at the same place, we talk on the way home. Then, he's online doing whatever and I veg out watching TV - or vice versa. Mom and I talk while washing dishes, or I take her out for ice cream at this cool place down the block, or we go shopping for whatever we need. It's nice having her around.
I hope I can shake the grumpiness before I go home. I'd hate to ruin her trip by being miserable. Maybe I just need a good night's sleep and some home cooked food.
posted by EvieMarie at 10:07 AM
1 Comments:
Well said. I never really understood how kids are like, "My mom drives me nuts...I can't stay there more than a week." I'm like, you stayed there all your life now you can only stay there a week...how ungrateful. Your mom must be cool if she approved of the long-hair-metal-hippie
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