I had a quiet Monday this time around. I got myself up at 9am in order to play the Full Tilt $1 million. I blanked just about the entire day until I found myself deep in my favorite tournament, the Full Tilt $109 6 max deep stacked event. The tournament sometimes get an overlay (and it had that night) and at the final two tables I got a player on my left who started adjusting to my aggression very well, resulting in a constant raise/3 bet/4 bet, raise/3 bet, raise/3 bet, raise/3 bet/4 bet war. In the end we managed to get it in for a ton of chips in a flip where I had 99 vs his AQ and I held up (and by held up, I mean he hit first and then I rivered it to win in maximum retarded dramatic fashion.) That pot put me way out in front with five left and I went on to win for $7,200.

My friend Daren messaged me while I was playing asking about going to dinner. We discussed doing a movie as well. Bondgirl leaned over to me
“Want to do dinner with Darren and Mei tonight?”
”Yea I know, I’m talking to him now. Where should we go?”
”Mei wants to go to Nobu.”
“FUCK. NOBU.”
“But they’re leaving soon.”
“God fucking damn it! Fucking Nobu mother fuckers. I hate that place. We can go anywhere in the city but Nobu.”
“But they’re leaving soon Tony!”
”Hrmmmm”
Was I really going to go back to Nobu?

I went back to Nobu. Daren knew of my vivid hate for the restaurant and was a team player and made sure to order some things that weren’t raw for me, and by team player, I mean didn’t want to see me look down at the fourth straight raw dish and launch into a half hour profanity filled tirade. The cooked food was acceptable but not outstanding.

Near the end of the dinner I looked at these two guys sitting in a booth with really long, 70’ish hair. They looked like pretentious artsy types, just the kind of self indulgent bastards you expect to see in Nobu. I leaned over to my friend Julian and said
”Hey Julian, check out those guys over there. Someone ought to tell them the 70’s are over.”
”Haha! Yea I was just thinking the same...”
He trailed off mid sentence and stared at them for a moment.
“Holy shit dude! That’s KISS!”
“Wait, what, seriously?”
”Yea man, that’s KISS. They did a concert at the Grand Prix the other night.”
“Peter Chris! Nobody wants to be Peter Chris Lois, not even Peter Chris!”
I was hoping Julian was a Family Guy fan or my reference was going to be entirely nonsensical. I made sure not to say it too loud though because the guys from KISS are enormous and would certainly have strangled me with their 8 foot tongues had they heard me.

The next day was uneventful online, though I did manage to get 8th in my favorite tournament. My friend Joel (who henceforth will be known as Horseman, since I back him) and I had heard there was a 2/4 PLO game down at Crown and we headed down with StevoL. Joel got in the game first and myself next. About 5 hands in I found myself in a massive pot verse Horseman and some random old foreign guy in seat one.
Flop: Qc 8c 6h
I hold Jc Tc 9h 4h
I’d checked and Joel bet the pot of 105. The old guy flatted. I repotted for my 400. Joel repotted for his 600. The old guy had us both covered and called. Joel held a smaller flush draw and the lower end of the wrap, and the old guy wouldn’t turn his hand over, because old guys never do.
Turn: Kc
I look at the old guy for some sort of reaction in case he has the nut flush draw, but he does nothing.
River: 8s
The old man leaps up “Yes! SHEEP EAT! SHEEP EAT! SHEEP EAT!” He then tabled his QQxx and dragged an enormous pot. It wasn’t all bad though, an hour or so later I found myself with second set up against top set and immediately turned quads. I only lost a little on the evening. While I was playing Bondgirl had called and told us to meet them over at Karaoke. Joel agreed to go but Stevo with his 6am tournament start time backed out.

When I showed up at Karaoke I found Bondgirl had brought me a surprise, she’d smuggled in some weed in her purse as well as a cigar. There is a city wide smoking ban in Melbourne, but this particular Karaoke joint had always been really good about looking the other way with cigarette and cigar smoke. Were they really going to look the other way with weed? I don’t know, but I was damn sure going to find out.

Horseman and I rolled up a large blunt and I even went and got myself a six pack of beer since it was Darren’s last night in town and I promised to have a drink with him. I spent the remainder of the evening drinking, getting high, and smoking, then signing Snoop Doggs ‘Drop it like it’s hot’. When the pimps in the crib ma’ and so forth. By the end of the night I was so tired I tried to go to sleep on the karaoke couch despite people still screaming into the microphone.

The next day I woke up feeling drained and unable to concentrate. I still won the UB $30 rebuys though.

LeeWah says

Word has it you're quite the karaoke master Tony! Julian is also reportedly quite amusing at the best of times.

May have to join you for a joke and a toke in the near future ;)

03/20/08

s0stndrd says

congrats on the run mate! hopefully we can catch up while im in melb and i can absorb some of your poker ability through osmosis!

03/20/08

TheDominator (Anonymous) says

Nobu is awful except in NYC where its barely passable.

03/21/08

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