OK, here’s the skinny. Played in two “sit n go’s” (1 table 10 person tournaments) last night and came 1st and 3rd. Final tally for the night: 1400 Euros my way. I can beat these guys, I just haven’t been able to quite work out the timing. But I will. Anyway it’s plenty enough to buy my way into the 500 Euro tournament that goes at 8 tonight. It’s not the big enchilada, but at this point I’ll be happy to partake of a couple a hot peppers.

I’ll keep you abreast.

More importantly, I found the rock. OK, I can’t be ABSOLUTELY sure that it’s THE rock that I proposed to Ruth on. I mean, there’s a lot of rocks on that there rock beach, but I’m PRETTY sure it was the one. Channelling Robinson Crusoe, I marked it indelibly with a Heineken Beer cap. (Classy, huh?) Indelibly in my mind anyway.

It was rainy and cold and crappy this morning but despite the inclement weather I was undeterred. I trekked out on the empty beach past the pier and onto the rocks like I was on a mission (which I was, of course). I noticed a Frenchman watching me wide-eyed from the safe haven of his restaurant awning. He must of thought I was crazy. Or suicidal. Or maybe just a little sentimental.

Screw him. Let him find his own rock. That one is now, for all eternity, mine and Ruth’s.