At 5:30 p.m., Pacific Standard Time today, St. Paul Katie was just $14 ahead at The Church of Good Poker in Randy's LA backyard.
We blew into town on The Ten last night, just in time for a sudden dousing by a rare West Coast rainstorm that obscured our Las Filas exit and created a moment of anxiety on an otherwise smooth journey from Phoenix.
The sun was bright and warm this morning as we picked and squeezed a dozen oranges and generally set up for the afternoon's Big Game.
Kathleen's tablemates arrived promptly at 3 p.m. She remembers some from two years back, a couple are new to her. She's carefully studying their tendencies and tells, as we hope to report a major coup in time for dinner, when we will all retreat to a nearby Blair's restaurant where the players, joined by others, will lick wounds and replay all the day's Bad Beats to their hearts content.Randy's garden continues to flourish. Compare the prior post below and see how the new bushes are filling out. California is coming out of a ten year drought; his ivy climbs and the bougainvillea blooms.
