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One Good Night, & Retire.

shailynn

They never tell you what you need to know.

This past weekend I find myself in the Fabulous city of Detroit once again. I was tired from this week and arrived much later than I anticipated. Hopes of meeting hotstuff and/or Rech didn't pan out so I had no schedule this Friday night.

Driving up I75 I was about 20-30 minutes away from my hotel in Dearborn, so I decided to stop at Queen of Hearts poker room as I was passing by at 7:15. They always have a Friday night poker tournament at 7:30. I sat and played, and didn't make it out of there until 11:15pm. Didn't win any money but happy I was entertained for only $50 for almost 4 hours.

I rushed to me hotel, showered and changed and went straight to flight club. I hadn't even paid my cover and a dancer which I guess has become my regular there came running over and scooped me up. Surprised that I was in town, but at the same time lecturing me that I should have let her know, we headed upstairs for a drink. She's hot, solid 8 and always dressed and groomed immaculate. A dancer who truly takes pride in her appearance, the negative, she's dumb as a brick and conversations are more you listening to her complain about other dancers. Nevertheless her services are top notch although she's expensive even for flight club standards. We go back, do our thing and I'm out of there just after 1am. I'm not sure if I was even in there for 1 hour.

After a nice release I felt energized and decided to drive down to greektown to hit the poker room. My luck continued and when I left at 4:15am I had made enough money to make my house payment for the month, cover my flight club visit and have enough left to fill up my rental cars tank and buy breakfast. Amazing... Money usually doesn't flow like that at greektown but it was that night. Even more amazing was I got the lions share of it at my table.

I crash in my hotel, get up at 10am, with plans to repeat. I go back to greektown for an 11:30am poker tournament. I'm the 4th person to get knocked out out of 38, then I go sit at a cash table and lose $200 in under 1 hour. I decide "enough is enough" and head back to my hotel to catch up on some sleep. Still exhausted from my previous night I decide to stay in, order room service and watch basketball all night.

One good night is enough, no reason in spoiling the memories of my Friday night run.

I'll see Rech and hotstuff on my next visit to the D.