Since January I've been daydreaming about hitting Vegas in June for some serious poker playing. I feel that if I play in maybe three tournaments odds are pretty good that I'll cash in at least one.
It's still a day dream because I don't have enough disposable cash to fund the trip, 3 buyins and stuff.....but you never know.
Today I'm reading Coop's blog (I really think Coop plays similarly to me) and I see that not only is HE playing in a WSOP event in June, but Memphis Mojo is playing in the same one too! Event #34 baby, on June 18th!
These guys are living my dream!
So of course, I decide that I AM GOING TO PLAY THAT SAME GODDAM TOURNAMENT. As an added bonus I'll get to meet/talk to two guys who really have a grasp of the game - then I'll do better in the tournament than them...and of course I'll win it. Perfect, right?
I do my google search on Event #34 - I've gotta see what the buy-in is so I can do some turbo winning to fund my entry. But alas, it's not to be.
I'm too frigging young to play in that event! How many times does a 43 year old woman get to type that line! Hardly Never!
For example, I work about 2 minutes away from The Garden and a few weeks ago some gals from work and I went to a game. Before the game we headed to the sports bar across the street to start the night off right. As it was game night there was a long line on the side walk to get in. We're waiting in line and the door guy is checking EVERY ID, including a few older men....certainly older than me, but I guess they're carding everyone.
I'm the oldest in my group. The gals from work range from mid-twenties to early thirties, but I don't FEEL older. And in my mind, I don't LOOK alot older. I think I'd pass for mid thirties (in the right lighting).
Anway, as he's carding everyone, as we get closer to the front I go to get my ID out and the door guy says and I quote "Oh Sweetie, don't bother. I don't have to card YOU. Everyone else get'm out."
Yup. He's gotta card the men that are 50's looking, but me, I'm all set. :(
I couldn't be looking THAT old, because I managed to get on the Jumbotron during the game, and as a few of my guy friends suggested, No, it wasn't old lady night.
But back to my poker story.....
It's a senior's event! Turns out Coop and Memphis are nitty, old men. Makes me wish I was one too. :(
Just you guys wait!
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