The Miscellaneous Rantings of Marie-Lizette
On September 27th, at around 7:00 pm, I hopped in my car and headed to the Bicycle Casino to play a $2-3 No Limit Hold'em ring game. I was feeling a little tilted (as documented in yesterday's Confessions of a Poker Pro Wannabe post), but I have to do what I can to get back on my feet, and as it stands...I play poker for a living so sitting at home sulking is not an option.
In order to keep a steady pace, I set limits and goals. Last night, my investment limit was $500 and my goal was $600 or midnight, whichever came first.
I didn't sit at a table until a few minutes before 8:00 p.m. I took Seat 7, and who should be seated to my left in Seat 8 - - none other than Stout Guy. He giggled a bit and complimented me on following his advice by putting on a little make-up. (I didn't bother to tell him that it wasn't to his credit, but more because I had been crying earlier and needed to not look like a hot mess at the table.) Stout Guy asked me if I remembered his name and I honestly answered in the negative. He then showed me his player's card - - Gene, his name is Gene. I looked at him and said he "looked like a Gene," he then responded, "Yup, Gene the Love Machine." I chuckled and smiled politely.
I was up $700 by 8:45 p.m. and Gene was sure to point out that he was my good luck charm. Maybe...anything's possible. I was running so good that I felt a bit conflicted about picking up early in the night, so I texted my friend Jay, for advice. He agreed that if I met my goal, I should stick to the plan and get up. At the very least, I should take my chips off the table, pocket the profit, and play again after a short break. I got up, left my chips at the table, and walked over to the tournament room to check on the goings on. I said my hellos, then returned to the game.
I played two more hands on my Big and Small blind. I lost $93 in the first hand A/K < Ts and won $95 in the second with Kings. Gene cheered that I had won back what I'd lost, and I whispered to him that my goal was $600 for the night. He too said, "then get up, go home and take the rest of the night off." He added that as my pimp, he was entitled to 20%...jokingly obviously.
I chose to stick to my program and racked up my chips, tossing Gene a $5 lucky chip. After all, $700 in 45 minutes is pretty sick R.O.I. for my $300 investment.
On my way home, I stopped to fill up my gas tank and buy a burrito...costing me exactly $100. By the time I got home, I was right on target: $600 profit for the night.