Since my only loyal reader (that I know of) cared enough to ask how PT was….
He’s…ok. He’s now in a different hospital and is supposedly on a list for a new liver. Apparently, donors are more plentiful these days, so they seem to think he’ll be able to go under the knife relatively soon. Thing is, he’s going to need someone to stay with him pretty much 24/7, so it looks like I’m going to be logging quite a few miles as I travel back and forth, while taking “shifts” with either PT’s 2 friends or my mom or Tommy. I guess some social worker wants to meet with PT’s “support crew” this coming Friday, so maybe we’ll learn more then.
Tommy and I actually went to go visit him last night. He warned us that he was kind of “out of it” and might be groggy. We drive down, and for the entire ride, the conversation was nothing but strippers and random mumbling. I really don’t know why he hasn’t figured out that I am entirely unenthused to talk about why he thinks one stripper likes him more than another, or which one “deserves” the present he bought them. I barely even grunt anymore when he starts talking about them, but I guess he no longer notices. Anyways…
We got to PT’s room to find him asleep. We didn’t know exactly what to do, but we finally decided on dropping off the stuff we brought, writing him a note, and letting him sleep. Sleep was something he barely got over at the other hospital, and we figured that he probably needed it more than he needed us waking him up. We then decided to head to the bar near where PT lives for old time’s sake.
As we walked up to it, I told Tommy, “You know we’re probably going to see (Psycho Girl) in there, right?” Sure enough – there she was. I decided that it’d be more fun to see what happens than turn around, so I kept walking inside. It actually wasn’t TOO weird. She was there with her new guy that she swears is the nicest ever. I give it a week, but I guess she’s happy. I even offered them both a beer – she accepted but he didn’t. We talked for a bit, but I don’t consider the conversation important enough to post. Basically, I was in “fearless mode” and decided to see what I could get away with saying to her, while her boyfriend was on the other side of her. Posting the exact wording wouldn’t translate well enough, and it would just make me look like an egotistical ass. I’m actually really not, but it’s a wonderful thing when you truly do not care about any negative consequences of your words or actions. I’m sure the beer, the fact that the ice skater was once AGAIN not speaking to me, and the fact that it helped me release stress kinda added fuel to the fire. No harm was intended, though, and I wasn’t seriously trying to cause problems for them. I just wanted to see if I could still get a reaction from her. Maybe that makes me a bad person, but it was fun and it wasn’t like she totally minded.
In poker news, I’m just barely treading water. I lose 10 bucks one day, gain 9 the next. I then gain 15, then lose 14. I’m like a friggin’ hamster in a wheel, so I gave myself a mini-goal. If I get my Full Tilt bankroll up to the $400 level, I’ll start playing qualifiers and work those into the $24 tournaments. If I give that a shot and my bankroll drops back down, then I’ll just have to suffer through the micro stakes again until I “earn” the chance to take another shot.
In closing, here’s one of the funniest damn things I’ve watched in a while:
