Finally have this all up to date. And I've finally decided what I'm going to do in regards to poker. I'm just not sure for now I have the right set to play Mtts full time. I just don't like the swings that come with it. And currently I'm not confident enough in my game to play through them. So I've decided for now I'm going to go back to 180s. With at least 80% of my volume coming from 3rs. I know you hear regs complaining about how the games are dead etc, but 3rs are definitely still soft enough to make deeeece money off. Once I clear my MU I'm going to be going on my own however. As there is obviously no reason to stay backed when playing, what I feel will be very low variance games. I started to turn things around lately as well.
June Graph...
3r Graph...
In both cases it's absolute lol volume! However the 3rs are definitely promising, even if sharkscope wouldn't be entirely accurate on tracking rebuys. I'm going to give it a shot for now and just see how it goes.
In real life news, I finally ended my personal drought I'd be going through in the ladies department. To be honest I'd just been getting too fucked up over the last month or so to even consider pulling. But I was starting to lose my touch a bit as well and the confidence was a bit shattered. So was nice to get that off the back. Kev was starting to give me some serious abuse over it. Sometimes I wish I'd set this blog up completely anonymous so I could go into more details about the sessions we have etc. Would also be able to post pics of girls etc, but I'm just not sure who reads this blog as there's a link to it from my Skype. And don't want to go upsetting anyone to be honest.
Writing this on Sunday night, had a winning session........... $69. Guess it's not too bad as wasn't looking great for a lot of the day. Sometimes feels like a good day when pull back to even. Head wasn't in the best shape, after last night we went for a couple of quiet ones again....
Newest Member of the Wolfpack.. Fitzy...
The lot of us in Ollies...
Ended up having to ask them to leave at around 6/7am. It's the first time we've ended a session since we got the house. But just wanted to be in some sort of fit state for Sunday grind. Maybe gave our neighbors a slight bit of rest as well. We've had a few complaints from the people we rent off in the last week. Odds on us lasting the full year lease not looking great. But what can you do.
So it was Thursday afternoon, and I was trying to convince Kev to come see Swedish House Mafia on the Saturday. He'd just chopped the Big 162 so was been a bit of a nit. Finally agreed if I went out for a few quiet ones on Thursday he'd come on the Saturday. Few quiet ones they said... Be grand they said..
Marc been the sensible one, decided to stay in and grind. We got down to the local late bar. Several triple jaagers later and we'd made it our mission to bring the session to Marc. A bunch of girls we've turned into our buddies since the forming of the Wolfpack came back with some of the lads. And shit just got out of hand. Nearly everyone was on the buzz, and we just sat up talking shit for hours. Ended up having a few complaints off the people we rent from, because as they were coming into work in the morning, we'd the windows open with the music blaring. So on our beer run (which Kev,Marc and I flipped for, coming to €140 and Marc lost obv) I got them some chocolates to try and win them over. Not sure how good it was me walking into the office absolutely fucked and talking shit.
Some of us in the office during the sesh...
Taz and myself were the last men standing. He left at about 6pm and I was about to head up to bed. However one of the lads rang me asking if I was up for just going a bit mad. Not one to turn down the sesh, I was of course in. Here was where I made a school boy however. Instead of just going and having a tactical nap, I thought I'd just power through. So when Verdo(the lad who rang me) arrived, he said quite simply I looked like a heroine addict I was in such bad shape. I was determined to head out and ignored the suggestions to go catch a quick hour before we did, because I just knew I wouldn't get up.
Taz man can handle the sesh...
The first drink, sat in front of me for at least an hour. I just kept staring at it. Watching the ice melt away on two occasions. It was physcological warfare going on between body and mind. I wanted to drink it, I needed to get going. But I just couldn't bring myself to. I decided that spirits was the way to go. Necked a few vodkas, still wasn't in the best of form. However once we got to the club and I got some bulmeistershock into me I was in flying form. Wrecking up the dance floor as usual. When we were heading home, these lads we aren't mates with at all jumped in a taxi and headed towards ours as well. They got there before me and were let in. At this stage even though I'd got on the buzz, I just wanted to get to sleep. A bunch of random lads in the house was the last thing I wanted. So for once we just didn't let the sesh go on. Kicked everyone out and off to get some sleep for the first time in about 50 hours.
McKeown came rushing into my room, telling me I was late and we had to hurry up if we were going to make it to Swedish House Mafia. I was completely disorientated, and wasn't sure what was going on. So I just started to get ready. I had a glance at my phone, realized McKeown was taking the absolute piss and it was 8am. We weren't leaving until about 2pm. To say I got mad was an understatement. Just start hurling abuse at him and Sean, who he'd got the train over to ours with. Pure and simply to annoy us ha. He somehow convinced Kev to give him his car keys, and off he went. All I was say is, if he had of been stopped in the car, it would have been straight to jail. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. We toyed with the idea of reporting it stolen, it would have been hilarious. And we think he would have eventually seen the funny side.
If the night before was tough to get going when it came to drinking. The Saturday morning was just an epic battle of wills. We'd decided to go in a bit later because we didn't want to be standing around all day to be honest, when some of the acts on before SHM weren't even the best. I of course, been the attention whore I am. Decided I was going to go and get dressed up as Kermit for SHM. Marc and Kev are getting a bit worried with my Kermit obsession. I'm not even entirely sure where it came from. I just know it's going to stick with me now. When we got up there we met up with the lads, they hadn't got tickets. We all thought it'd be fine and could just pay in on the door. However with alreay 45,000 tickets sold. They weren't letting anyone in and were pretty strict on it.
Outside Swedish House Mafia...
The gig got a bit of a bad write-up in the papers. And I have to be honest, it was absolute carnage. It was held in the phoniex park in Dublin. On the way to the sectioned off part, where the gig was we seen bodies everywhere, from people been too drunk, others OD-ing on all sorts. We weren't going to let it ruin our day, just had our own buzz and stuck together. It ended up been just Kev, Marc, Anto and myself getting in together. Even though after about half an hour, Anto and Kev went to get pints. Safe to say we didn't see them again. At least we got this video together before the left.
Lose my mind...
4 of us inside...
Was delighted I went anyway, it was SHM's last tour. And have to say they did an awesome job. The light effects towards the end as it got dark were awesome as well. The drama when it was over however was a nightmare. 45,000 people leaving. A very high % of them in need of taxis. We ended up walking a couple of miles to beside my old apartment before we got a taxi. Matters weren't helped by the fact Marc's hay fever hit him walking through the park pretty bad. With the way the weekend was gone, we had no choice but to have another aftersesh. We rang the girls again, and got them to leave the club they were in to come to ours. And then there was all the heads that were at SHM back as well. We have a big landing upstairs, and have to say it's a great session space because everyone can just sit there and chillax. Kev decided it was a good idea to play dress up with one of the girls, and they swapped clothes. I'm very tempted to upload the pictures, but for now I won't. Shit ended up getting a bit mad again, I ended up staying up for Wimbledon the next day and watching Murray losing to Federer in the final. Two, two day benders in a weekend is just a bit much. Hopefully won't be at that for a while. Finally sort of getting up to date with this blog. One more post and that should be it.
I'm not sure about everyone else. I had a gang of friends when I was younger, who'd pretty much do everything together. We'd go out on the piss together, just chill out during the week and always have a good laugh together. However, as you get older people get boyfriends/girlfriends, others get jobs and in general people tend to drift. So Kev and myself decided we were going to form our new gang, know as the 'Wolf Pack'. This was the post I put up onto facebook.......
You guys might not know this but myself and Kev consider ourselves a bit lonely. We tend to think of ourselves a two man wolf pack. We recently welcomed Marc and Johnny into our pack. We now want this pack to turn into a gang.
We are looking for anyone and everyone. All shapes and sizes. All the colours of the rainbow. We will give everyone a chance to be part of this prestigious gang. All that we require of new members is the promise to have the buzz.
We would expect you to be available most Friday nights for the sesh, that will last between 12-36 hours on average. However you will be more than welcome up during the week to the wolf pack HQ for a nice cuppa, to play Fifa or just talk some shit.
So if you miss the good old days when we all had a gang, before everyone got girlfriends and jobs etc. Help us turn our Wolf Pack into a gang today.
Message myself of Kevin for further details on the Wolf Pack.
— at wolfpack HQ
Needless to say there was obviously a huge reaction to that appeal for a new gang. So we decided we were going to have to have a Wolfpack initiation. There was just an open invite to the house for everyone. And of course. Shit got out of hand. All I will say is the words 'You're afraid' can lead to all sorts of crazy things. From electric shocks, to broken mirrors, almost a car through the front of the house... Safe to say.. Not a single person was afraid that night. There was plenty of pictures and some videos. I'm just going to give a taster as I'm not sure if it's fit for facebook. Hoping these links work because can't actually get the videos!!
After the first hectic weekend we have started to gather a solid group of people for the Wolfpack. Our rule is, 'If you're in the Wolfpack, the Wolfpack can't be in you'. Just so we don't come across as creeps the girls we're trying to make friends with. Of course this rule will most likely be bent. But it's a good starting point.
Just some of the Wolfpack...
Wolfpack 21st...
How the Wolfpack decides the dishes...
First accepted new members...
More new members...
Just think this photo is cool...
Clean up at Wolfpack HQ
I kind of took the easy way out, didn't write much. And just put these photos in. I just have to update about Swedish House Mafia on Saturday. Then I'll be up to date and hopefully keep it a bit more regular and current. But probably won't. We'll see.
So it was 5am in the morning and I was chatting to Bogan on Skype. When he dropped the bomb that he would be arriving in about 4 hours from London. Germans need to learn the difference between AM and PM if you ask me. So off to bed to get my final few hours of peace for the next week.....
As abruptly as myself and Kev had been awoken. It was nothing compared to what Marc had to suffer. They'd gotten pretty close over the last few months working together. And this is how Bogan thought it was appropriate to introduce himself. (excuse the terrible camera work, I was just awake and not functioning correctly)
Hallo...
Kev and myself just wanted to get a nap in before this weekend began, but it just wasn't going to be allowed. So the two of us manned up and decided we'd bring Bogan to our favorite local restaurant 'Blue'. Bogan and Marc back Kev and I. So they decided they were going to flip for the first meal. So of course we ordered steaks, calamari and wings. Not to mentioned the pints were flowing from the get go.
In Blue...
This isn't going to end well...
One thing I have to give Bogan is, the man can finish a pint in no time at all. The waitresses were literally putting the pint down, taken one or two steps away from the table and it was finished. Now here we were at 1pm in the day, trying to keep up with this. Planning on drinking for the whole day. The pints kept flowing, and even so early we were starting to get a little bit drunk. I think the total bill came to approx €250. Marc as he would many times this week, lost the flip of course.
Interview with Rowniwn...
We went and met up Bogans mate Charlie who moved over to Ireland about two years ago. Bogan, Kev and him seemed to hit it off straight away. We said it was fine for him to stay with us for the week. We were all getting pretty drunk at this stage and it was still only early. So we decided we'd try and convince Abe to come down from Northern Ireland with us. Bogan see's himself as a sort of father figure to Abe. Albeit a fucking terrible one. Teaching him things no 15 year old needs to know 3 years ago. I can't really remember much of the night when we finally got out, all I can remember that was the night we introduced the 'Bulmeistershock'. For those of you who haven't gone drinking with me. It's half a glass of Bulmers/Budweiser, you drop a blue 'aftershock' into it. Then to top it off you drop a jaager in it as if you are doing a jaager bomb.
Myself, Kev and Abe with the 'Bulmeister' shock...
I think the shots were Bogan's weakness however. Yes he will tell you what a great drinker he is. Yes he will say not a single person will keep up with him. What he won't tell you, is on his first night of the Emerald Isle he ended up ordering water rather than beer from the bar and also was the first one to leave and off home to bed. Only after showing the whole club what the Melbourne shuffle was of course.
Before Bogan bailed...
I got home to the house a bit later, and to say it was in bits is maybe the understatement of the century. Kev and Charlie just went a bit mad, smashing up the kitchen. But what can you say, it happens to the best of us. Abe and myself just chilled talking shite in the grind room for several hours and decided at 8am it was a good idea to go for a swim at the beach.
Seemed like a great idea...
This post is starting to get on a bit, so going to sum it up a little bit. The next night we all crashed Kev's sisters family dinner. All headed back to the house before Sinead (Kev's sister) for a surprise party and of course shit ended up getting wild. With all the lads buying Sinead drink she ended up in a hula-hoop. Each day started to kind of blur into the next. Kev, Bogan and Charlie made it out again the following night. Where a proposition was made, that if Kev was to clear make-up (around 5k) Bogan would have to bring him to Mexico when he stopped there on his world tour. Obviously clears make-up and Bogan is going to have to pay up for a flight to Mexico if Kev can get himself some spending money. Kev proceeded to play host for the rest of the week. Bringing Bogan to the casino where I used to work on one of his adventures, obviously where he tells everyone he made me. Oh the shame.
He set off towards Europe after the week with us, while it was nice for the madness to end. All I can say was it was a pleasure. And hopefully we will all fuck shit up together again at some point <3
