It's interesting to see how your whole demeanor changes as your environment changes. Although it was amazing to be home, and see my friends and insanely amazing family, I must say (to my own surprise) that I'm actually relieved to be back on the island. I suppose a lot of it can be attributed to the fact that I was only home for a few days, but the whole trip was pretty frantic for me, and I can now understand why I wasn't as successful as I would have liked to be when i was playing full time in NJ. I was just spread to thinly, and it's hard for anyone to succeed when unable to focus properly.
All that aside, the trip had some definite high points. The reunion was an explosion of drunken horrendousness, and it was really great to see some of the fools that I haven't seen in a DECADE. No real stories, just got bombed, laughed and danced with a bunch of other lunatics.
Thanksgiving was phenomenal - I ate everything. My family rules.
As for poker, I brought my whole setup home with the intention of grinding a bit to offset the cost of my trip, but that of course didn't really happen. I managed to squeeze in about 800 hands in 2 sessions, and made like 75 bucks, which may have helped pay for gay gas.
This weekend is Christmas Stroll, which is a huge event on island that I don't completely understand, but beginning next week I'm gonna buckle down and put in some serious hours. It makes me nuts to not be able to play for a few days, and then log on to P5's and see these kids killing it and feel like I'm not working hard enough. Frustration.
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I must admit that this is one of my favorite posts - probably because it's not poker related and I acutally understand what you're writing about, a little too well. I can picture a fade away of this scene with snow falling and hearing "Christmas Time is Here" by the Vince Guaraldi Trio (Peanuts), and dissolve.
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