With the past thanksgiving holiday Kat and I managed to find a way to get some gambling in. So we (with balki in tow) headed over to Coushatta as a stop on our way to spend the weekend in Baton Rouge. I’ve had extremely bad luck there. I don’t know that I’ve had a winning session there in the three or four times that I’ve been. This was no exception. The space has gotten a little nicer. The room manager pays attention to the games and the dealers in general seem to be better than I remember. But it still takes forever to fill a table because they give everyone a generous amount of time to show up after their name is called. They’ll actually call you over the entire casino PA to and give you enough time to finish your craps roll (if you’re an unlucky bastard like me). Nice for people waiting, shitty for players waiting to have their table filled.

Either way, that has little to do with my experience. I had a terrible run of cards and took some beats. Not really much to say on that front, it just flat hurt. So Sunday evening when I got back, I had to fire up Party, FullTilt, and Titan to remind myself that I actually do know how to play poker. And I did so after a short five hour $20 NL tournament, where I took 22nd out of 1780. I was really happy with my play here because once again once I got into the money I was on the short stack, so surviving another 140 places was an accomplishment for me. I also managed to pull out some ring game wins on both Titan and Party, but my continual losing streak on FullTilt continues.

I think the people of Lousiana have put a curse on me since I threw up in the Waffle House parking lot (a place which all know to be holy to the Louisianans) which keeps me from winning money at casinos there. That’s the only logical explanation I can think of.