Another Losing mothaf#$*ing session

Unbelievably, my last session was more than a week ago, on Wednesday, April 18th. Obviously based on the title of this entry, it was a loss. I haven't played a hand of poker since then. I think I'm a bit discouraged by my recent losses so I've taken a bit of a break. I've also been really busy with life. Wednesday I played poker. Thursday a couple of my boys from Seattle came to town and stayed overnight with us. I smoked with one of them, who coincidentally was on "Judge Mathis" the next day on 420. Apparently he sold his dog to his friend and then never gave it to her. Good stuff. Then Friday, which is the infamous 420, I smoked and went to a couple bars with my partners in grime M-Tweezy and Sanetomo. First we went to Zanzibar, which was horrendous. They were playing techno and it was over 40 night. We left after a horribly-spent $10 cover charge and went to our default spot "Carbon." Wow is all I can say about the state that this bar has evolved into. First of all, this place is like 10 square feet. They have a bar with benches and a wall that is about two feet behind the benches. Then there is about a five-foot dance floor. But they play hip-hop and it's close to our apartment and there's no dress code and no cover charge, which is why it's our default spot. So we go there, they make us wait in line like it's some sort of club or something. They tell us it's a 45-minute wait and then they let us in after eight minutes. We go in and the girls all look like they came from Star Trek's forgotten episode "Beast of the greater galaxy" and I decide that I must be drunk in this situation. So we head straight to the bar and we get long islands. They taste like shit. I can't even finish mine it tastes so bad. So we go back for shots of patron, my favorite. I'm barely buzzed and this monster is trying to get me to dance with her. "I'm tired." "I'm injured, I hurt my leg playing basketball." "I don't know how to dance." I used every excuse in the book. So what does she do? She starts giving me a lap dance. As soon as she heads to the bathroom/pig sty I tell my boy Mark "Let's get the FUCK OUT OF HERE." Normally, Mark likes to wait around not only until the bar closes, but until the last female has left the parking lot. He can tell that I mean business so he reluctantly agrees to leave. Plus he's seen me getting treated like grapes at a vineyard by this wildebeast. So we bounced.

Damn that was only Friday! Needless to say, my 420 was not so great.

421 I went to a birthday party for my boy that moved to Dallas. It was good stuff, saw a bunch of old friends that I used to work with and that's about it. Saturday night I actually came home and fell asleep. Then Sunday I had a baseball game (1-2, R) and hung out with my UCLA buddy who is doing big things. We went grocery shopping too. The wild life I live!!

422 We have softball practice for my work team. Damn I knew we would be bad but this was just an ugly situation. People didn't know what position was what, how to throw, how to hit, how to catch, you name it. It's gonna be a long season. I've been trying to eat healthier and really set myself back about three weeks when we went to Pink's famous hot dog stand and I happily ordered chili cheese fries and a hot link. They might as well have toilets as the chairs people eat on.

423 I had a softball game for my old team in the valley. Traffic sucks going out to the valley but I think if you head from Hollywood to the valley around 5-6pm, you're guaranteed to see at least one celebrity in traffic and at least one porn star in traffic. It almost makes it worth it. Anyways we played the team that I hate in our league. Their team name is the Dawgs. How corny is that shit? I would really hate on them but our team name is the Rockets, which I think is the only name worse that the Dawgs. We lost to them as usual and there is a chick on the other team that I used to date. Our history is pretty much I blew it with her by not calling back regularly, etc., typical Kev fashion. Now she always looks good and wears extra tight pants at the softball games and it kills me. So I hate her team and after the game I don't even want to talk to her because I hate her team so much and we always lose to them. But she catches me while we're in the parking lot and starts clowning and somehow we end up at the bar having drinks watching the Lakers game.

424 Went to the Dodgers game and saw Barry hit number 4,564,874.5 into centerfield. That made it worth the trip alone. Gotta love Dodgers games. For some unknown reason there is always a plethora of fine women at Dodgers games. I can't figure it out. I used to go to a ton of Mariners games in Seattle and there were never fine women there. I made like twenty mental notes during the game to get some good seats to the Dodgers games and take all my boys that are single. At last night's game I was with my co-workers, so I was kool kev, not killa kev. And actually I think we were sitting in the 400 section somewhere between Heaven and the Orion star constellation. My boy and I had to leave the game early to make the company softball game. We got there and it was a mess. We had seven players to start, lost 20-8, but I managed a home run, double and four RBI.

Damn I haven't even talked about my last session yet. It sucked. I got to the casino, lost my first buy-in, rebought and was up about $400 when I started playing way too loose, going after way too many pots and just tricked the cheese off. Everyone on my table was getting monster hands like aces and kings and I was getting shit so maybe I was just trying to crack everyone out of pure boredome, I'm not sure.

Anyways I dropped $400.

So here's are the numbers up to date:

4/18/07:
3/5 NL: -400
Overall: -400

Bankroll Plan To Date:
4/8 Limit: +33
1/2 NL: +195
2/3 NL: +650
3/5 NL: +1985
Bankroll: +2863