My name is Wes and I am a Priceline junkie. I have booked the vehicle and the hotel via blind bidding and appear to have saved a lot of money. Of course, I may be checking into a rat hole on Wednesday with no hope of refund but them's the breaks. Bad Blood was at my house at the magic moment on Sunday when I saw that Noble had finally approved my withdrawal. It hit Neteller Monday, my bank yesterday, and was overnighted to Rio along with my pre-registration with arrival slated for today at 3:00 p.m. C'mon U.S. Mail. Do me a solid. I had a dream last night my first table assignment was with Negraneau. He was table captaining all up, directing the players, dealer, and tournament personnel. I don't recall if I played any hands before moving into the next dream. Who does everyone want to sit with? I don't think I care who sits at my table but I wouldn't mind if it was one of the big ones. This would give me better stories to tell. Sitting down with nine internet geeks does not exactly make the ears of listeners perk up. Sit down with a poker geek everyone has seen on TV though, and it's a different story. I've got to admit I have the same fantasy many of you share about making a particular pro cry when I whip out the hammer. It is out of my hands now. I am just waiting for the confirmation from the WSOP. Thanks for the entry fee, I shall do my best. We are getting into town Wednesday afternoon, hitting the store for infant and toddler supplies, eating, and putting the boys to bed early due to the three hour time difference. I'll be up for cards. Somebody get my number off the spreadsheet and call me.

Source: A Pirate's Life for Me