I haven't played a huge amount since last post but when I have, it's been lose lose lose, pretty much. I did type out a huge post on the surreality of what I'm going through but found that just typing it out was therapeutic enough and cba to post it. So I won't harp on about perma=runhell.
But I had an eventful evening Sunday the 16th. I'd planned to go down to Westcliff while the final stages of the mini GPS was on with the hope of catching lots of tilted bustees at the cash tables. Spent all day procrastinating whether or not to go, and in the end had to force another side of my brain to kick my ass to go down. "You'll never amount to shit if you don't start getting more live in". I suppose it's the 50 minute drive that makes it harder to go through with. But am I glad I did!! Maybe it was that conscious forcing the angel on shoulder side of my brain to battle with the satan side that I got rewarded for.
Intending on getting there for 8pm, start of break for the £100 side game which would've started at 6, alas they weren't running any cash in the main card room. Got pointed towards the 50p/£1 game running in the main gambool area, though, so went and sat down to around 6 players, most of whom were bantering away knowingly to one another. It's funny listening to them, saying what they will/won't, would/wouldn't do in every hand, like they're best mates strategising at home. It does get borderline sometimes where I'm wondering is anything gonna get reported yet? One guy just got up and moved seats, I was like "EH?? Are u allowed to do that??" Sexy blond dealer just looks vacantly and offender says "yh u can here." wtf
So I sat down with £100 and walk off an hour later with £350, cheers lads. To start with, AK in the BB make it £8 with 4 limpers or so, 2 flat, horrific flop, check-don't bother. It's a nightmare working out what to do in such huge VPIP games with so many different stack sizes.
I get KK, again in the blinds. Limped round again I make it £7 and just the one guy calls, he's to my direct right and is VPIP 100%. Flop Q27hh, I bet £10 he calls. Turn
, I check-call £10. River off suit King, I check-ponder £10. Had I known more about the guy I'd have probably just kept barreling but was paranoid of flush. He has 72o
Typical me style he obv flopped the world, but has zero aggression allowing me to get there.
Then get A8dd in MP, and am looking really shakey cuz two chips were stuck together and I was trying to shake them apart, one guy remarked I'm so excited I must have Aces. Didn't stop half the table calling my £4 raise. Flop A89r, I decide to check riase but no one bets. Turn 4, SB leads out £12 I call. River 8, nice. He checks now and I keep head down, hand covering cheek, deliberating, handle some chips for a few secs and throw out £30. He mutters "why so much if you've just go an Ace?" and all sorts of other gibberish, clearly I look nervous as hell which is prob what makes him call, no idea what he had. Prob a 9.
Then get AA and a new boy just sat opposite me flats and says "looks like it's just me n u." LOL ok teenager, bring your game. Horrible flop, QJTr, but he's mucking them before my cbet even gets in the middle. Dayum. I decide to show that one.
Then get AK in the BB again. UTG has made it £6 and there's like 4 callers, no way I'm gonna sit here working out everyone's stacks to decide some weird 3bet size, just call. QJTss, I have Ace spades. OP bets £12 I think it was and 3 call, so I just jam. OP folds, says after it's AQ, so do the rest leaving 100% drunken guy who actually tanked for 30 seconds with 89 lol. No showdown in cash though and turn pairs a Ten so I'm thinking great he boated up, but he showed his losing hand. nice.
Set out what I hoped to do, made a desperate wage for bread n water and went home.