I'm exhausted. "I'll sleep when I'm dead" feels like it's about 20 minutes away-- I think I was up 'til 5 a.m. on three consecutive days, then up again at 10 for tournaments.
I don't ever want to live in a place where I'd want air conditioning. I was always too hot when I was outside and too cold when I was inside. Plus, the transitions from one to the other were miserable. Bleah. Ick.
The fortune cookies I made were moderately successful, though I had way too many of them.
I ran into six different BARGErs in the airport on the way home. A Chinese poker game broke out in terminal D, natch.
I did not play one single ring game hand of poker the entire trip. Other than the lowball, I hosed out of all the tournaments.
I love Binions, and I love BARGE. I'm happy.