Okay, scratch my pies out. PeeJay and I are on for a way more interesting flip. Yet to work out exactly how it's going to go ahead, but we're having a race to the Monte Carlo seat through DTD's awesome cash game bonus. Need to think of something quick, 'cause we're already 50 hours in.
Tuesday was a pretty boring evening of poker. Didn't play any hands, then flopped bottom set on
and agreed to run it twice for an £800 pot versus
. The first board ran out bricks, then the second board immediately paired with the
. "That's me!" I exclaimed, effectively calling for the inevitable (and not inconsequential)
river. Chop it up, then. The next hand is notable for its hilarity. Poor dealer Nick (who - as a disclaimer because I know the DTD staff read this board sometimes though probably not this diary - is definitely one of the best dealers at Dusk at the moment and it's not even close) must have been so confused at not shipping 100% of the pot my way then proceeds to absolutely butcher the next hand. Pre-flop was fine, then all of a sudden, we had four community cards. Uh... Okay everyone knows the procedure, deal the natural river down and then shuffle it up. Out of nowhere, one of the players in the pot was like "I tell you what, let's just run it out to the river, no more bets, there's only two of us in the hand, I have a flush draw," and turns his hand over. His ability to correctly read his own two cards was spot on, however his ability to count the players still involved in the pot was a little bit off. The third player in the hand disagreed to just running it out. Now the turn card was dealt correctly, and it completed the flush, so player 2 bets. Player 3 calls. Sick levels in this hand. By this point it was a little tricky to tell how the action went because the whole table was rolling on the floor laughing. This is the difference between something going wrong at Gala and at Dusk. Gala: drama, Dusk: comedy. Gala: getting squared up to and being spat on, Dusk: hernia from laughing too hard.
Ended up even on the £1/2 that night and winning £130 or so at 50/1 when I moved over. That is, until the last hand, where I lost a £200 "flip." Sigh. Marvelous.
The pre-session steak at Soulville was incredible, though. Alex and I took our maids, and aside from Alex's rookie mistake of picking the sirloin cut over the fillet, (do posh people know anything?!) a good night was had all round.
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