Maudie at PokerWorks

A tiny flicker of light in the void that the Neteller debacle has created seems to be igniting across the seas. I got the tip over at Jen Leo’s - Wirecard appears to be coming to the rescue to US customers as of Feb 1.

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There are tourneys this week - poker blogger donk fests designed to tickle your fancy and punch pinholes in your bank-roll.

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Day two in Tunica I awoke at a leisurely hour. Unlike Vegas where it’s imperative to management you spend as little time in your hotel room as possible, this room was equipped with a coffee maker. I’d even come prepared with extra coffee, which ended up a futile gesture because I’d neglected to bring filters.

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I’ve made it home after an eight hour drive away from a winter vacation I didn’t want to leave.

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Somewhere it is written that “Maudie shalt not leave any structure that is considered to be a casino with more money than she possesses upon entering said casino.”

A little while ago I cashed out of a 1.2 no-limit game, a little dazed and incredulous at what had just gone down at table eight at the Gold Strike casino in Tunica, Mississippi.

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I got to pack the BIG bag. Not the little carry-on, but the big-ass BIG bag. You see, that’s the great thing about traveling by car. I could load the big bag with half my closet, the hair dryer, curling iron and the full-sized containers of shampoo and cream rinse. Not to mention, my bottle of scent, more underwear than I require for four days, small can of coffee, creamer and my “white-noise” fan.

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A little bird had alerted me a few days ago that it’d be a good idea to remove any funds I might have in my Neteller account. Now I’m understanding, somewhat, why.

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With dissipating visions of a maniacal Jack Nicholson hacking his way through a door, I relished the sight of sunshine today upon awakening. It was only two and a half days, but it was long enough for cabin fever to take firm hold.

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It’s a mystery to me how it got in. I checked the windows and the doors - locked tight - and the cats didn’t act too far out of the ordinary suspicious. Besides, even though they can open the cabinet doors, I have yet to witness them negotiate a doorknob.

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Before the holidays and all the memories get filed away for another year, I wanted to share just one more with you. What’s the saying? Good things come in small packages?

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