So I took down the homeless hobo picture of me and to replace it is a couple of pics of me during last week's tournament.
NOT a hobo
I don't think I'll be doing the scruffy look anymore. It just isn't me. Last night was another league tournament with the L&BM. I thought to myself, who would appreciate the hobo look more than the lesbians? They're always baseball caps, tshirts and jeans, so I tried it one last time last night. (of course with lots of big jewelry) Anyway, meh. Didn't get quite the reaction I usually do. Besides, I feel better when I'm dressed better.
See the gold necklace in the photos above? At some point I'll try to get a closer shot of it but these will do for now. That necklace is solid 18K Italian gold and it's well over 50 years old. My mom and her family came here from Sicilty when she was 15 years old. Since my mom and my aunt didn't want to move away, they each got a gold necklace as a kind of consolation prize/bribe. The photos don't do it justice. In person it's spectacular.
I've loved that necklace since I was a little girl and used to play dress up with it. These days my mom has been letting me borrow it more and more. Heh. Sometimes my mom likes to tease me by saying she wants it to be buried with her and I always respond that I'll rip it off her cold, dead......you get the idea. :)
Oh and the gold earrings in the picture? They're fakety, fake, fake, fake.
Tomorrow's post will be about a certain circumstance I found myself in during the second tournament I played. It resulted in a big debate between my opponent and the dealer and then the dealer and his floor person. An hour later and still no one agreed on what the right course of action was.
If The Poker Grump were there, he'd know. He's smaht. So we'll hopefully get his take on the situation very soon.
I'm not the smartest fellow in the world, but I can sure pick smart colleagues. - Franklin D. Roosevelt