Reason for the lull

For some reason or another, I haven't been able to post from work. It is hit or miss as to whether I can post comments on other blogs. Some days I can, some days I can't. I have continued to write, hence the mass posts today-but when I get home I am just way too lazy to format the email I sent to myself from work and post it on blogger.

So I spent some time this afternoon doing some bloggerdom house-keeping.

So yes, this week... where to begin...

I guess I will start with the biggest thing that happened this week: Stacey and I got into a lull in our relationship (of over 2.5 years now). We just had a very awkward week. Didn't get to see each other much, and when we did we either fought or remained distant. I went up to Seattle for the weekend and we both just sort of stewed.

Not to worry, we had an amazing talk last night while lying in bed that lasted until much much much past my bed time-but I felt perfectly awake all day today because of the weight that talk lifted from my shoulders. We basically resolved to feel less obligated to include each other on everything we are doing. In a way, we both felt suffocated by the closeness of our relationship. We have resolved to give each other a bit of space, or at least just realize that we don't *have* to do everything together, nor should we feel obligated to.

Basically, if I want to go play poker at the pub, she doesn't want me to worry about not spending time with her if playing poker is something that I really want to do. Conversely, if she feels like sticking around her restaurant afterwards and having a few drinks if the mood strikes, she doesn't want to feel guilty about leaving me home alone. A big reason for us guilt-tripping ourselves is that we work basically opposite schedules, and see each other rarely.

We've lived with each other for two years out of our 2.5 year relationship, so in a way the tight bond that we grew to have also in a way restricted us from being our fun-loving independent selves. We're both still very young (compared to Waffles) and realize for us to have our happiness at a maxim (both self and relationship happiness), we need less obligation at this point in our lives.

I told her towards the end of our talk that I don't think at any other point in my life, or with anyone else, would I be able to take this sort of step in a relationship. We trust each other so much, and neither of us want anyone besides us-we just honestly want more space to experiment with likes/dislikes and just grow as people. We've been through ups and downs, and have an amazingly fair and just and intelligent way of solving our problems. I'm really excited to see where this takes us.

*exhale*

In other "fun" news, the big mistake from this weekend was hitting the casino on the way back from Seattle on Sunday afternoon. Two-hour waits at the poker rooms led me to a blackjack table.

Now first, let me preface this story by telling you another story about "drinking blackjack" on Friday night. Chuck and I played, one of us would be the dealer, the other would be the drinker (player). Chuck was up first and won maybe four hands out of an entire deck of cards. He drank heavily.

Then it was my turn to play. I smoked him. I only lost two hands in a run through the deck. I was doubling, splitting, standing when the dealer had a six up. I was on fire. Sadly... I won... nothing. Heck, I didn't even get to drink!

So, back to the casino. I sit down at a $5 min bet table and just feel the luck oozing out of me. I plop down $40 which lasts me 10 hands.

1st hand: I get dealt 12, dealer shows a 2. Everyone stays to me, I hit, go busto. Dealer shows 12 and goes busto as well.

This was my only borderline regret from the session besides sitting down in the first place. I mean, I was drawing 2:1 against a face card, but hit.

Over the next nine hands I didn't receive a single face card. What I *did* receive was three 11's. I doubled each time and got hit with:

Bam, 3.... BAM, 2... BAM! 4

That's right, doubled on 11 and ended up with 14, 13 and 15. Each one lost.

REBUY!

The next $40 lasted me just as long, my 20's running into 21, 19's into 20's. On the last hand I got dealt a 5 and a 6 for my last 11 of the night. All my money was in on the hand, so I couldn't double. I hit and got a 5. 16. Dealer showed a Jack. I hit again and got a 6. 22. Busto.

I'm an idiot for sitting down in the first place, but that was some sick sick luck there. Besides the first hand I don't think anyone would have played my hands differently, but that is what you get for playing a rigged game I guess!

Stick to poker!

I'm loving the Full Tilt HORSE SNG's!