What dreams are made of...

It was probably for the best, as I had a crazy weekend after that. Had my college graduation on Thursday, poker creeps went for dinner/boozing on Friday and then had a loose night on Saturday with the normy lads - cracking weekend altogether!

Although with all that boozing, I haven't had much time to pot. Played a little last night and despite being 4k ahead, I ended up losing small for the session. I did play some 50/100 PLO on Saturday for a total of 1 round, which basically consisted of me praying I didn't get a hand and have to play a pot.

This week is such a treat though, with Cheltenham and Paddy's day on, it has set up the perfect boozing and gambling combo. I've had a good start to the festival, got the opener at 10-1 and have had a couple of each-way bets. So hopefully I can catch a few others tomorrow, while I tackle the Baggot mile pub crawl.

Then on Thursday I'm off to Barcelona with Adam, Nick and Maccer. Think it's going to be a soft field so hopefully I can get going. If not, sure I'm in Barca for the weekend, happy days.

I have a quick hilarious story from Sunday night. A few of us were in John O'Shea's and we got some Dominos meal deal thing. It arrived but they had got the order wrong and given us chicken wings instead of chicken strippers. Groans were going around, as nobody was pushed on the wings, so John gave a ring to complain. They said, 'That's no problem, we'll send out another just give us the wings back to the driver.' They must have thought we were trying to screw them out of a few wings, which we actually weren't ... originally.

The vultures then circled, as the now forbidden wings were the most enticing dish on offer. So obviously they are tucked into and some genius then suggested we should just hand back the box full of the scavenged bones. We also took the garlic dips and replaced them with empty ones with the lid just back on - it's all about the attention to detail.

Priceless stuff when the delivery driver turned up. John got the transaction done ASAP and closed the door. It wasn't long before your man had noticed and was relentlessly ringing the door-bell, as we hit the lights and giggled like schoolgirls. He eventually left. I'd say he was raging, thinking he was getting a few wings at the end of his shift. Good laugh, although might have to be Four Star the next time we fancy a pizza.