Dim Sum in San Fran
SAN FRANCISCO -- I'm in the San Francisco airport now, having just completed a nice 5-hour leg from Atlanta here. Have a connection to L.A. of course. Reluctantly flew on an A319 (it was a free ticket).
A little bit of that swaying I mentioned in a previous post last year, but nothing to be freaked out about. (CC, at least you didn't have to see In Her Shoes twice -- it was one of the two airplane movies on the way over. LOL).
As soon as I got here, ate some dim sum here at the airport. The dim sum wasn't great by most standards but it was a break from the bagels, unidentifiable sub sandwiches, burgers, etc. that you find in most airports. I love my home airport, but the airport here seems so much nicer, a more user-friendly blend of shops and commerce.
Very eager to get to L.A. and play a little. Will be great to hang out with Sham. Ironic that I'm more likely to hang out with him on the other side of the country than back in the ATL.
It'll be good to get this past week behind me. I've pulled out of Martins poker, having lost about $550 in just a few days. I made it to the 200 Euro bonus (600 points) but will not stick around for the whole 3,000 points needed for the $600 bonus. There are hardly any games. This is not a bad beat blog, but you'd be amazed how many times a 2.5 percent chance to win can bite you in the ass. Did I say skullfucking? It really was.
Scurvy mentioned you should have an anti-flak vest. It was about as useful as having one in Tal Afar. Sometimes you do lose Abrams tanks to IEDs. But it doesn't make you feel very good when that happens.
Yesterday I spent my day in an old black church, part of a pep rally of support for the former mayor who is now in federal court on corruption charges. It was a very simple building -- whitewashed cinderblocks, four ceiling fans right out of the box, wooden paneling behind the pulpit, a wrought iron welded cross right on top of the roof. Painted over instead of expensive stained glass windows. Black students in the 1960s would meet there to discuss civil rights issues.
People sang and clapped and prayed for this guy, who I talked to later in the day (such is the power of the wire). No idea how it's going to turn out, but the feds win a lot of their cases out here.
But all of that is behind me. Man, it is so beautiful out here. Wish I had time to slip out and find a card room. But soon enough, soon enough.
Congrats to absinthe for ending yesterday 18th in a 1,000 person tourney at Commerce. Play continues tonight. Now he can buy us a drink!
A little bit of that swaying I mentioned in a previous post last year, but nothing to be freaked out about. (CC, at least you didn't have to see In Her Shoes twice -- it was one of the two airplane movies on the way over. LOL).
As soon as I got here, ate some dim sum here at the airport. The dim sum wasn't great by most standards but it was a break from the bagels, unidentifiable sub sandwiches, burgers, etc. that you find in most airports. I love my home airport, but the airport here seems so much nicer, a more user-friendly blend of shops and commerce.
Very eager to get to L.A. and play a little. Will be great to hang out with Sham. Ironic that I'm more likely to hang out with him on the other side of the country than back in the ATL.
It'll be good to get this past week behind me. I've pulled out of Martins poker, having lost about $550 in just a few days. I made it to the 200 Euro bonus (600 points) but will not stick around for the whole 3,000 points needed for the $600 bonus. There are hardly any games. This is not a bad beat blog, but you'd be amazed how many times a 2.5 percent chance to win can bite you in the ass. Did I say skullfucking? It really was.
Scurvy mentioned you should have an anti-flak vest. It was about as useful as having one in Tal Afar. Sometimes you do lose Abrams tanks to IEDs. But it doesn't make you feel very good when that happens.
Yesterday I spent my day in an old black church, part of a pep rally of support for the former mayor who is now in federal court on corruption charges. It was a very simple building -- whitewashed cinderblocks, four ceiling fans right out of the box, wooden paneling behind the pulpit, a wrought iron welded cross right on top of the roof. Painted over instead of expensive stained glass windows. Black students in the 1960s would meet there to discuss civil rights issues.
People sang and clapped and prayed for this guy, who I talked to later in the day (such is the power of the wire). No idea how it's going to turn out, but the feds win a lot of their cases out here.
But all of that is behind me. Man, it is so beautiful out here. Wish I had time to slip out and find a card room. But soon enough, soon enough.
Congrats to absinthe for ending yesterday 18th in a 1,000 person tourney at Commerce. Play continues tonight. Now he can buy us a drink!
posted by kurokitty at
1:51 PM
1 Comments:
I can see blogs again! Good luck at Commerce. In Her Shoes once is plenty for sure, although it loses something not having your significant other next to you in a theater (too many brownie points forfeited for seeing the flick chick). Will be eager to see your trip report.
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