So , the meetings in LA are finito! I had 7 meetings
scheduled in one day. Done! Rat-a-tat-tat! Well I guess to be more precise,
there were seven of them so technically it was rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat. But then one of them
cancelled. So in all honesty it was rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat.
scheduled in one day. Done! Rat-a-tat-tat! Well I guess to be more precise,
there were seven of them so technically it was rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat. But then one of them
cancelled. So in all honesty it was rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat.
Whatever, I met a lot of rats today. Rats with tats. OK I think I’ve milked this
routine as far as it’ll go, whaddya think?
routine as far as it’ll go, whaddya think?
So I’m alone in the elevator going down from one of my
meetings, and who steps on the elevator but Pat Boone. PAT BOONE! He was right
there beside me in this little elevator, me and him, him and me. We exchanged
some pleasantries (and an obligatory chuckle) about the distinction between the G and L buttons (he was
extremely agreeable) and then one of us left (I believe it was me) and we
exchanged our farewells. I was really excited. Not so much because I’m a huge
Pat Boone fan or anything, but because I thought he was dead.
meetings, and who steps on the elevator but Pat Boone. PAT BOONE! He was right
there beside me in this little elevator, me and him, him and me. We exchanged
some pleasantries (and an obligatory chuckle) about the distinction between the G and L buttons (he was
extremely agreeable) and then one of us left (I believe it was me) and we
exchanged our farewells. I was really excited. Not so much because I’m a huge
Pat Boone fan or anything, but because I thought he was dead.
It’s exciting when a dead guy gets on the elevator with you.
Initially anyway. And then I got to thinking that of all the dead people that
could get on the elevator with me – Martin Luther King, Gallileo, Joan Of Arc –
I get Pat Fucking Boone. All the sudden I didn’t feel quite so blessed. See? Everything’s relative.
Initially anyway. And then I got to thinking that of all the dead people that
could get on the elevator with me – Martin Luther King, Gallileo, Joan Of Arc –
I get Pat Fucking Boone. All the sudden I didn’t feel quite so blessed. See? Everything’s relative.
Imagine if Joan Of Arc got on the elevator with you? That’d
be hot! (Sorry couldn’t resist)
be hot! (Sorry couldn’t resist)
Anyway I’m headed to Vegas on the 8:20 flight right now,
should be in my room at The Red Rock Casino by about 10:30, I’m guessing. By
11:00 I’ll be down at the poker table. Maybe play a few hours of ring games and
then I’ll get a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow there is a $1000 tournament starting
at 1:00 PM. It’s $150,000 guaranteed prize pool, so probably about $40,000 to
the winner. I’ve been playing really well lately so I’d love to keep that going.
We’ll see I guess.
should be in my room at The Red Rock Casino by about 10:30, I’m guessing. By
11:00 I’ll be down at the poker table. Maybe play a few hours of ring games and
then I’ll get a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow there is a $1000 tournament starting
at 1:00 PM. It’s $150,000 guaranteed prize pool, so probably about $40,000 to
the winner. I’ve been playing really well lately so I’d love to keep that going.
We’ll see I guess.
virgilgoestoeurope 
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