humble pie, poker style

What an audacious start, one post and then a 3 month gap.

They say that it takes 21 days to make a habit stick – maybe 21 days of posting will (finally) get me into the habit of writing. I feel like it would beneficial to write more about my game, but my procrastination laziness prevents me from actually doing it. To be honest, that sentence could apply to just about every aspect of my life. But I digress.

Back to my poker game.

So much has happened since I last wrote.

Mr.Tart and I arrived in Vegas while the WSOP main event was underway, so we decided to venture out to the RIO for a looksee. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t blown away. I was a total fan-girl – getting pictures with poker celebs and soaking in the atmosphere. I’ve read enough poker blogs by now to feel the undercurrent of jaded bitterness of those who’ve been to plenty of these events, but this was my first time….I giggled like a school girl for most of the afternoon.

My results in Vegas were mediocre. I was up a couple hundred, but didn’t feel spectacular about my game. Mr.Tart did much better – tripling his buy-in at almost every game we played. Fucker.

Returning back home was another story….I went on a run at our weekly league and won 5 out of 12 games in the season. This, indeed, is the set-up for my recent fall.

And my recent fall…..I’m now in the hole for the year. Not by a lot (less than $100), but dammit…I feel like all my work so far this year has been for naught, and now I have to slowly rebuild.

It’s all my own fault, too. I stepped up too quickly and got too cocky. I’ve been gambling too much, hoping to catch lucky cards to take down monster pots. Then when I lose, I chase my losses in an attempt to get back to where I was. So, so bad.

Now it’s back to low limits, back to playing for the love of the game, and back to realizing that I’m no poker pro – I’m just a girl who loves to play poker.