This is sort of the definition of mixed emotions for me. On one hand, I really want to stay and kick around and play poker tournaments for another couple of weeks. On the other, I really want to go home and sleep in my own bed and cuddle with my cats and drive my own car. On someone else's hand, I love San Francisco and I kinda hate Las Vegas. Good thing I won't be back here for, oh, a month and a half.
And more than anything, I'm sooooo looking forward to getting away from cigarette smoke. California has spoiled me. These days, even walking past someone smoking outside sort of turns my stomach.
I'm headed for a barbecue, then an 8 p.m. flight back to SFO. Yay home!