Female poker geek anonymous

Husband is out of town, so I think that now that I'm "stuck" at home with the kid, I have some more time to update the blog again. You know how it is when poker players don't update their blogs, right? Yep losing August. I'll write about it some more another time, along with graphs and all, but since I don't like to whine, I guess I'll talk some more about trip report stuff.

Where was I? Oh right, I wanted to talk about the evening I went to the Commerce again. Remember how I was talking about the slow and quiet games at Bellagio making me miss Commerce? Well, fresh off my 300$ padded BR (yeah, laugh away, my live "bankroll" is 2300$... who cares, I don't play live), I was stung with the desire to play live again and to ruffle the chips through my hands. And I longed for soft games, since the games online were beating me.

So after a day where I lose close to 100BB at 3/6 HU online, I decide to make it down. Husband was ok with it and I cleared with Jesse and he was also going to be there. After sparring with him a bit online, reading his 2p2 and later his blog posts, I was very curious to meet him.

So I arrive at the Commerce and all hell is breaking loose... it's crowded like I've never seen it crowded before. On my way to the High Limit Area from the back side the bar is full and there's a line around the corner to get it. People are screaming, drunks are stumbling. And OMG, I enter the high limit area and there are maybe 5 EMPTY tables as in non-playing, not actually empty of people... But what is this? Everybody is staring at the TVs. What is going on? No way! This much excitement for an MMA fight? Really? Wow.

I immediately spot Jesse and say hi, while he rakes in a nice sized pot. Yes, I can be a good luck charm. He'll play until his blinds and I'm fine with it, since I just want to stare at the ruckus that is happening at the Commerce. "Oh", I think "wouldn't it be cool, if I could show the readers what I mean by shooting a movie?" So I take out my camera and zoom across the room with all the goings on... Bad idea, right? Yeah, I get the tap from security and have to delete the movie in front of him, sniff sniff. Sorry readers, but at leats I get to talk about it...

Jesse is finished and we go have a beer and do the introductory "How'd you get into poker bit". We talked a bit about women in poker, but it's really funny, because he doesn't care about anything as long as there are fish in his game, and right now women are the fish. Ah, gotta love a pragmatic professional, that has no agenda, but to find a good game hehe.

By the time I get back the fight(s) are over and while there were 5 20/40 games running, now there are only 3, soon it will be 2, but I get a seat in a non-must-move game, so my whole play will be at that one table.

At the table there's one black dude that I have seen before. He's a passive guy, so he won't give me much trouble, but at least he has some hand selection criteria. The rest of the table I don't know. Lady to my left is a fast talking, potty mouthed, grumpy, slowrolling Vietnamese finest :heart:. Guy to my right (he will later change his seats bemoaning his luck next to me) is a latino guy with a chip on his shoulder, bets angry when he has it (like slams the chips). Rest of table is loose passive, didcha expect anything else? Lol, live poker.

After I raise a few pots, guy two to my left says he'll 3bet every one of my raises soon. I don't know what to respond to that, but instead I get into some small talk with him. I tell him a tidbit about my life without saying anything and he goes on and on about that himself. We talk about german pop music, the World Cup, the Army, etc. and he loses himself in those things, because he tries real hard to remember all the cultural references, while I don't really care. Sure enough, he 3bets me a lot and then hardly c-bets and it's so easy to play against, even out of position. He busts (well he was down to like 80 bucks) and just suddenly gets up and runs away. Lol, live poker.

Hungry! I order a pho with meatballs, because I'm in the mood for soup and I don't like sweet and sour soup there. It arrives and it is yummy, I mean, nothing special or anything, but just simple good. Lady to my left stares at me and suddenly I see her mouth watering. She wants one, too. But the waitress recommends the sweet and sour and I say that I don't really like it and lady agrees. She gets the pho and I have a friend for life. I mean, I can hardly stand the garbage that comes out of her mouth, but she's all friendly and shows me her cards when she's got me beat. Aaargh, if only she didn't touch my arm... And now the black dude is ordering pho with meatballs, too. 3 people slurping phos, what have I started?!?!? Lol, live poker.

4-5 hours pass. At some point I see numbnutz coming in and there's a funny story there, but I think I shouldn't tell it since it's embarrassing for him. But I see him win a massive pot when he flops trips with like 85 or something like that. I told you I am a good luck charm, ha! At my highest point of the night I was up maybe 2.3ish racks, but when I leave, it's "only" 630$. Still, pad my live bankroll again and even "made up" for my losses online and then some. Lol, live poker.

If you think, I'm being cynical and hate people, please don't misunderstand me. I'm writing this with a big smile on my face. I love going to play poker, I like talking to people, I even love the banter that gets old after a while ("gambol", "donation", "I knew you had xx, but I had to call", "setup!"). I know I would probably get REALLY cynical, if I played super regularly, but right now, I still look forward to every card room outing, like a giddy girl getting to go get ice cream or something...