Degenerate Behavior

No trip to AC. The logistics proved too challenging for this week. (Which is fine.) It remains to see whether it will be rescheduled.

In the meantime, I actually stayed up all night playing a cash game with Mr. Actuary and some others, which was insanely fun. Clearly, once I re-enter the normal working world, this sort of behavior will not be an option. I am getting my ya-yas out, and I intend to enjoy it while I can.

Last night's A league game found me seated, once again, next to Mr. WPY at the final table. I am now quite clear that there is an approach-retreat pattern in effect. The cooler I am, the more he engages. (Boys are silly.) He has, however, agreed to play in Thursday's extracurricular tournament, and we'll probably eat dinner together beforehand.

I am resolved in both cases to apply the key lesson I have learned from poker: play your best game, have fun, and don't be results-oriented. I look forward to achieving the attitude of insouciant shamelessness that is the reward for living long enough.