Since my last personal update, I failed to cash in the main event at Caesar’s, then mostly banged my head against a wall, i.e., played a lot of online poker.

Now I’m back at the familiar scene of many triumphs (including my first big score) and failures (including my one true meltdown).  Foxwoods.

This place has a lot of perks.  Free internet, donks a-plenty, good food options, nice accomodations, and professionally run tournamnets.

Also there are drawbacks.  They never comp me a room up here, I’m stuck paying the poker rate, which is a still rather steep $150 per on weeknights.  The tournaments start at an hour that many poker players, including myself, are unaccostomed to:  10:00 AM.  And there is nothing to see or do when I’m not playing poker.  At least in Atlantic City I can go to the White House or walk around on the boardwalk.  Here, the options are 1) play poker and 2) sleep. 

Speaking of sleep, I need some badly right now.  I woke up at an unnatural hour so that I could get up here in time for today’s event, a $300 shootout.  All for naught, as I quickly went bust in the first round of the thing.  Oh well.

I usually leave this place with more money than I came with.  Hopefully this trip is no exception.