Had a good weekend in Lost Wages. Played well in a couple of poker tournaments at the Monte Carlo. Floated for hours on a tube at the river pool. Splashed around in the wave pool. Watched dance and hula hoop contests, mentored another budding poker player. Fun, fun, fun.
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oh s'il vous plaît, my pronunciations are terrible. I can not even roll my r in très bien. How will I ever communicate in french? I know, I know, practice practice practice. Just like baseball. At least I can still play cards. Bought Harrington's two new books on cash games. Now all I need is time from the bike riding, the dining, the theater, and work. No, there is no more time, just squeeze it all together in one big moment. Life was so much simpler a month ago.