I'm glad this is "Def Leppard Song/Post Title Week" and not Air Supply or somesuch. Pretty appropriate title to encapsulate the last 14 hours.
You want a seamless narrative? You want precise language? Sorry, not today. Go read Pauly. I am incapable.
Again, thanks for all the comments. I kinda missed all the chat there at the end, though I vaguely saw the box go zooming by. See, when the third spade fell, I shot off the couch like a rocket and shouted "I'MGOINGTOTHEWORLDSERIESOFPOKER I'MGOINGTOTHEWORLDSERIESOFPOKER" while awkwardly and repeatedly high-fiving the dear and patient wife, an act which ultimately resulted in me banging my right pinkie knuckle on the coffee table, perhaps breaking it. What the hell? Win a seat, break a bone in your hand? Is that the deal, Bob?
Anyway, I wished I'd "acted like I'd been there before" and at least managed to copy the chat. Special gratitude to Iggy without whom none of this is possible, in more ways that one. You sir, are drinkin' for free when I'm around three weeks hence.
Didn't sleep much last night. Way too amped. Got pre-registered and extended my stay at The Plaza to Thursday night. Just like that, one day closer to Vegas. Damn WSOP is really gonna cut into my drinkin' time, though.
Even my mother, who frowns on this little hobby of mine, seemed genuinely happy for me.
Some weekend. Get pimped (and mocked) by Felicia and win a blogger satellite. Whose friggin' life is this anyway?
Schmaltz Alert: Down to two-tables, The Boy handed me a necklace he'd made out of these plastic chain links. I promptly put it on and proceeded to win three big pots with AJ from that point. Coincidence?
Hell no. Shit like this doesn't mean a damn thing without the love and support of your family and friends, which I'm lucky to have. They're kinda proud of me today. That means everything.