Happiness is being far from the front

Hopeful for one last shot at the tables, I went by the Venetian, the Mirage and the Wynn before deciding I wasn't going to get much Monday morning action and returning to the airport.

Happiness is being home again. This trip was the first time in eight years in which I thought I wouldn't like to live in Las Vegas. Sure, the games are good and I admire the casinos/palaces along the Strip. It just doesn't seem very liveable to me.

It wasn't one of those winning trips that I've heard about. But it happens and that's why there's bankroll. I can't imagine playing -- and losing -- without one.

I caught an early flight and saw about four more episodes of High Stakes Poker. It's horrible to think how much money you can lose in a 12-hour session, as Daniel Negreanu lost.

Used to Las Vegas weather, I deplaned in a T-shirt and shorts. The sun had just gone down, so I wasn't freezing but those clothes didn't cut it later on when I met Empire and Doug at Manuel's. It's gotten much cooler here in Atlanta but I'm glad fall is here.

When I got home I settled in to watch Friday's BSG that I missed (Thank you, DVR!). I was about to order a pizza when I discovered I had a frozen one in the freezer. Sweet! I like Kat and her Katitude on the show, but Starbuck was so hot when she cut off her hair at the end of the episode.

I'll have to decide whether I go to Tunica this weekend. I'd like to get more practice in at the tables and even a shot at getting some of that money back via much softer action.