Paradise Lost (and Found)?

After grinding and grinding and grinding at Paradise, I finally cleared their Halloween bonus. And how much did I make for my efforts? Well, without the bonus I lost $3.50. That's right, I lost. I played about 2,400 hands (3 tabling) over the last 3.5 days and came out losing. UNBELIEVABLE. Before August, I was averaging almost 3BB/hr on the $0.5/$1 tables, and now I can't even turn a small profit there anymore. I think that it's the end of the world. At least I earned my $100 bonus there. So I'll take the $96.50 profit and run with it. Although this session doesn't make my Poker Analyst graph look any better. As an aside, if you're not using this FREE program from cardplayer.com, you should.

Now that I'm done with Paradise's bonus, I'm trying to decide on what to do with Interpoker's bonus. You see, I have put in $165 to get a $90 bonus. If, and that's a big if, I finally clear the bonus, I'd be about even, as of now. If I decide to cut my losses and forget it, as I'm only 56% of the way through, I would be down $90 there. I wish I knew the correct answer. It's kind of like dating someone for a long time. You have invested a lot of time and effort into the relationship, but you don't think that it's gonna work out. So you have choice a) break up and take your losses like a man, er, little boy. Or choice b) suck it up and drudge onward to try and force that sucker to work. Either way, it's at best a break-even proposition.

Speaking of propositions, have I got an interesting story to tell. About 2.5 years ago, four of us guys got together in Houston. After hanging out at a bar for about an hour, we decided to leave that joint, because as they say in Swingers, "This place is dead anyway." As we were walking in the parking lot a car slowly pulls up next to us. In it were 2 black women. Odd, I thought, that 2 black women would start talking to 4 honkies like us, but no matter. The passenger asks us (or I should say, "axes" us) what we were gonna do that night. I, still clueless as to what was on her mind, said that we were headed to another bar. After some prodding, she suggests that we go to a hotel room. "Holy STD Batman, I think that she's getting to something here." We say no, and then she says something that will never leave this head of mine: "You don't want to get your d#%k sucked and f#$ked real good before you go out tonight?" I almost fell over in the parking lot. So I politely declined and they sped off (I think pretty pissed off that they missed out on some DD loving). And that kids, is what it's like to live my life. Like a motha-truckin' pimp. You betta axe somebody.

I'm out. Keep on keepin' on.