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12.12.08
Regrets Only
posted by Absinthe | 9:42 PM
Used to be when I missed a poker bloggers’ gathering in Vegas I’d get around to reading postmortems as they trickled in over the following week, tales of debauchery and dunderheadedness always good for a chuckle, and they’d bring up a few mild pangs – sorry I missed that bit, wish I’d been at that table, glad I didn’t drink that – and, you know, that’s it.
Now, though, with everyone having hopped on the Twitter bandwagon, I can read about it in more-or-less real time, decoding the inside jokes as they happen, puzzling over little non sequiturs. It rankles. It sounds like fun; I miss the camaraderie and the putting names to faces, the games against people who actually mean it when they smile while cutting your throat. This time out I’m missing a bona-fide wedding, an introduction to a professional Keno player, and – as usual – a lot of cowboys with more money than sense.
Instead I’m at home nursing a cold, a baby with a cold, a recently-laid-off wife with a cold (no worries on that last bit), and trying to plan the next month and a half, which is a blitzkrieg schedule-wise (and includes some poker, though not the recreational kind). Though I’m exactly where I want to be, every so often I’ll wish I could be two places at once; right now that’s a couple hundred miles northeast, over the mountains, in a city that never sleeps but always dreams. If I got in the car I could be there by midnight.
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December 13, 2008 at 10:28 AM
You are missed, sir.