I ended up getting really pissed and had a great night (of what I can remember anyway). I did manage to lose my phone at the end of the night though. Got up then in the morning and my new laptop wouldn't turn on, fml. Basically everything that could've gone wrong, went wrong that day.

Strangely enough though I wasn't really that pissed off, shit happens in life, you just gotta roll with it sometimes. Still, had a great night and ended up going to Seattle on Sunday for another great night. It's a surprisingly nice place by the way, if you ever get the chance to go.

So it was back to the grind the following week and I've since got all that I lost back, and more, with last Friday going in my favour. It's really the make or break day for my week these days. The games are always best and I usually play higher as the bigger games are soft compared to midweek.

It's a countdown feeling at the minute though, a few of my mates have already left for home and I'm due to go back to Dublin at the end of the month. I've had an unbelievable year here in Vancouver and I'm really thinking about staying on until Christmas, well maybe. Although I change my mind every minute so I'll probably just head home for October. I'm thinking Oz in January for the Aussie Millions too, so coming home for a few months is probably the best option.

The plan was simple, win in Cork to get out. I really wanted to go to the Dublin game in Croker, so I was kind of in the mood to get a stack or fuck off. I made it to day 3 short on chips, which was basically the worse case scenario.

Last year I said it was the best structure I have ever played. I was disappointed to see that they had tinkered with perfection. They gave the players 20k instead of 15k. In fairness to the Macau, you can't be too critical when their only motive was to give the players more play, but I think any more than 15k with a 75 minute clock is unnecessary. In my opinion, the bubble should burst about 2 hours before the end of the day; in this case it would have been midway through day 3. The players agreed to pay all returning for day 3, which was the last 18.

I stayed in Sean Prendeville's room on the Saturday. The car-park I was parked in was closed so I couldn't get my case out. Mr. X came back with us to the room. Mr. X was extremely drunk. I threw my clothes into the corner and tried to get some sleep. Mr. X started into a bottle of wine he found in the room. The last thing I remember before going to sleep was Mr. X falling over toward the corner my clothes were in.

I woke up and my clothes were covered in red wine, water, (I left a pint of water beside the bed), and em er well, he pissed himself. So with him rolling around in the corner, I assume some managed to find its way onto my garments.

I somehow had to get to my car, which was about a 10 minute walk away, to get fresh clothes. Mr. X came along for the walk, he was some site. He hadn't shaved in about a week, urine stained jeans, a cut on his forehead from his previous night's fall and the remaining 1/2 a bottle of wine in his left hand. He tried a few chat up lines with some broads on the walk, for some reason they seemed v scared of him!!!

I got back and exited with v to finish in 15th, I was short at the time playing 6 BB's. I exited 3 minutes before throw in between Dublin and Cork, which was another painful experience, especially when you're surrounded by a dozen Cork langers.

I played a very interesting live poker game last night. I don't want to say too much as there may be another installment. I'll put it in Friday's blog, definitely one of the weirdest/ coolest/ most bizarre poker experiences I have ever had!!!

It's only a small club but they seem to have a good bunch of players and there was a good atmosphere in the place, so hopefully it will take off and be a success.

From there I travelled down to Cork for the 350 PLO and 1k NL Main Event. I was trying to build a big stack in the PLO, as it was a small field with a very slow structure and I didn't want to be hanging in until 4am to bust in 5th place for no money. I started off well, scooping the €50 that Nicky had promised me if I busted Noel Hayes. Then I came unstuck against Nicky, in a big pot for the chip lead.

I got it all in on the flop, surprised to find that my pair of 3s and a crap draw was actually leading against Nicky's crap draw. I made a fairly strong hand on the turn to make me a big favourite, but he got lucky on the river and went on to take the Lion's share of the prize money in a 5 way deal at 5am.