In this past week since my last blog I have put in two 15 hour sessions, which is rare for me considering I hardly ever play more than 6-8 hours at a time. This is mainly because not only does my level of concentration and play deteriorate afer the first 6 hours, but also because I usually don't start playing until 4 or 5 in the afternoon, and playing more than 6-8 hours just throws my whole sleeping schedule out of wack so I try to stay away from that.

However, the first 15 hour session of the week had me stuck a shitload, and my assessment of the situation was that I was not trying to chase the loss and was still playing good poker, and the game was still a juiceball so I decided to stay. The comeback of the year didn't really happen, but I wasn't sweating it too much since I have had a good month cash game wise since the WSOP. I found myself back at it the next day, and we started playing short-handed 300-600 hold 'em which we promptly changed to HORSE in order to catch a big fish. I ended up playing 15 hours again in this game, and won pretty big. Not big enough to completely negate my loss from the day before, but definitely well worth the time, and the struggle I had to stay awake on my drive home. I really, truly, hate the feeling of going to play poker at dusk or so, and then walking out the next day well after sunrise, when most Americans have not only braved the morning traffic, but are about to take their lunch break already. Ugh. No more I tell you!

Friday I went down to San Diego for the day, to take care of some things, and ended up meeting up with one of my best girl friends from college, Sally. We were going to have dinner, and then go out for drinks, but we decided to pass on the eats and go straight to the alcohol portion of the evening. We decided to go downtown to the Gaslamp district, to this club called Aubergines, which was being thrown by our friends. By the time we left Sally's apartment for the club, Sally was already drunk and passed out in the car ride. She woke up in time to give me the wrong directions to where we were going, which resulted in an extremely long walk from the parking garage to the club in my 4 inch stilletos. We only stayed for an hour or so because Sally was just so incredibly out of it that she wanted to leave. I knew there was no way to guide her back to our car, so for the first time ever, even though I lived in SD for 4 years during college, we pedi-cabbed it! That was actually kinda fun. And the second Sally climbed on, she was out like a light again. The funniest thing happened too while the pedi-cab was stopped at a light. A car rolled by next to us and the guy in the driver's seat yelled to the pedi-cab driver,"Yo, that girl is done! She is done!", all the while pointing to Sally. The pedi cab driver turned around and we just laughed.

Somehow we made it to the car, and that was when I came up with the brilliant idea that since I needed to wake up early the next day, and wasn't too exhausted, I might as well drive back up to LA that night. I forgot to factor in the fact that I was pretty buzzed myself, and I feel incredibly lucky to have made it back in one piece!

I am planning on playing the 1k prelim tourney at the Bike tommorow, and getting tourney ready for the main event of Legends. I am also on the road again next week, headed to Macau for the APT and APPT!

Best wishes and luck to you all!

Another interv: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NG4rpzp-DOQ