Tuesday

Started late and hungover...

The waitresses in the restaurant joked that they were about to send out a search party if I wasn't in by 3pm.
A casino manager passed me and enquired at the top of his voice "Table for one, Kid?"

"Yes please, at least I can be assured of good conversation" I quipped.

Then HE arrived on the scene again. Like clockwork Constantine was busy paying me compliments while I was trying to eat.

"Hey Buddy you play like a God last night" he shamelessly offers.
It was a €5 rebuy and all I can think of is how much these compliments are going to cost me.

I give him a few quid to play and we both reg.

By 4pm I was on the felt and by 7pm I had bubbled.
A7 against Q,10 and our hero spikes a Queen to knock me out.

"You know when you get that feeling that you're ahead?" he adds and was totally serious.

I explained to him that I was ahead but he doesn't believe me and claims that A,7 os was dominated by Q,10 suited!

After a quick dinner I return to see Constantine playing Roulette with his winnings and losing. What a degenerate. I told him during the weekend that if he still stiffed me by Sunday I'd blog his degeneracy!

I turned on my heel and walked out into the hazy Galway night air. Not a night to be walking the streets getting soaked so I opted for an open fire and a high stool. It's thirsty work this poker lark..