So my flight to Vegas leaves at 8:55AM on Friday. Guess what's happening Thursday night? A goddam snowstorm. Awesome. Four to six inches overnight, meaning our trip to the airport at 5AM should be lots of fun, and God knows what sort of delays we might face. Shit.
Fortunately I just got at least one of my Vegas bad beats out of my karmic circle just now. I have JJ, raise, guy min-raises me back, I call. Flop comes King high, dude makes a small bet, I figure no way he's got a king, I whack him back setting him all in. He calls with A-6. Brilliant call. Of course he hits his ace on the turn and cripples me. I hope the Universe comes back into balance while I'm in Vegas.
I think I'm gonna go to bed early. Like, right now. No more poker, no more laundry. My clothes are laid out, just gotta stick 'em in the suitcase (carry-on, of course). Go over Ryan's, play a little poker, and wait for the dawn. Which hopefully will be plowed and salted.