Up and Down and a Royal Flush

by Lou on May 7, 2005

I had a very uneventful week playing poker. One step forward, one step back. I’d win one day only to lose the next and was never ahead or behind more than $400. I wound up the week minus $125, but I did manage to turn a royal flush, my first in a long time.

I was playing in a six-handed $10-$20 hold’em game on Royal Vegas Poker and was dealt Kd-Td in the big blind. One player called, the button raised, the small blind folded and I called the button’s raise, since I was getting more than 5-to-1 on my money. The flop was Ad-Qd-4c. It was checked around to the button, and he bet. I called, as did the player to my left. I was hoping for any diamond, or any other jack, when the Jd popped right up on the turn. This was an aggressive, six-handed game, so I came out betting on the turn in hopes that either or both my opponents would think I was representing a flush that I didn’t really have.

The guy to my left called (he was suspicious, but not enough to raise me) but the button raised. Now I reraised, which dropped the guy to my left who was caught in the middle. The button called, and also called my bet on the river when an inconsequential rag fell. The button typed, “NH; I had Q-Q.” If he really did have a pocket pair of queens and flopped a set of them, I can only wish that the river card was the case queen or otherwise paired the board, because we’d probably still be raising if he did.

This was the first royal I made in well over a year. It’s always fun to make the ultimate hand, although in truth, whenever a hand this big is made, there’s usually not enough left to go around so the pots tend to be small because no one else generally has much of a hand. I’d love to make a royal flush when someone else makes an ace-high flush or a full-house, but I’ve never been that fortunate.

I’m off to London day-after-tomorrow. One of the disadvantages of living in a small town is that you almost always have to change planes when traveling any appreciable distance. So I’ve got to fly from Palm Springs to Houston, and then from Houston to London. My flight leaves PSP at 7:10 AM on Monday, but with the time change and the change of planes, it’ll be Tuesday morning when I touch down in London. I have no trouble at all sleeping on planes, so I intend to snooze my way from Palm Springs to Houston, get on the London flight, eat dinner, and then sleep the entire rest of the flight away. If I do this right and there are no screaming babies seated nearby, I should awaken on the descent into Gatwick.

The folks at Lion TV sent me a bunch of still photos from the February Vegas Virgins shoot, along with instructions to pack the very same clothes I wore in all of those pictures, so that any post-production filming done in London can be seamlessly integrated into the footage. I was hoping that this trip would only involve voice-over work, so I could pack and travel with just a couple of changes of clothes, but no such luck. Now I’ve got to shlep a big suitcase with me.

I’ll probably take my laptop with me too, but I may not. I’ll make a last minute decision. I probably won’t post to my blog until I return, unless I get very bored or find myself unable to sleep. But even if I don’t post anything during the week, I’ll take notes so I can add whatever thoughts I have about this trip to the blog when I return home.

Meanwhile, those of you who have been following this blog know that we recently moved from Palm Springs to Palm Desert. So we don’t know all that many people in the new community, but we did find out that John Elway’s mother lives right nearby. I wonder if he’ll be here tomorrow for mother’s day?

But that’s tomorrow. Today is the Kentuckey Derby, and the folks across the street are having a big Derby party. Caterers were all over their house yesterday moving tables and chairs into a place that’s at least three times the size of ours, maybe more. We’ve never met the fpeople who live there (we think they are seasonal people, not full-time residents), but they invited us, so we’ll go. Perhaps their invitation was an act of neighborliness, perhaps an act of self defense where the invitation is issued as part of the theory that if you invite the neighbors, they can’t bitch about the noise because then they’re part of the problem too. In any event, we’ll run over there and check it out. Even if the party is boring we can sample the food and see what a 7,000 square foot house looks like.

Stay tuned. More to come. I’ll give you a rundown on whether John Elway visits mom tomorrow, what the inside of that posh, 7,000 square foot house is like, and I’ll fill you in on my trip to London. If I get incredibly lucky and make another royal flush, I’ll fill you in on that too.

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