I woke up too early this morning. I figured an international flight, even if it was just across a stretch of blue water, would mean a bunch of early risers and long lines. While the lines did start to form, the Delta agents didn't show up until several hours after I got there.
It mattered not, I was living this surreal sunrise over the Bahamian horizon, where the cabbie listened to rasta music and grooved to his own stoned navigational sense. He turned through a back alley and I figured for a while I'd end up dead for the roll of cash in my backpack.
But the cabbie turned back onto the main drag and the rasta continued.
Looks like I'm going home.
I have more to write about than sense to write it. A man can see and do a lot in a week and I think it takes a week in the real world to truly gauge what was real and what was a figment of a tired, tired mind.
For those just tuning in, I'm returning from a week-long blogging trip in the Bahamas covering the PokerStars.com Caribbean Adventure. I'm pleased to say it went well. Better than expected, to be honest.
No word right now on the next project. My only sure plan is playing in the PPM in March. I'm also hoping to make it out for the Series this summer. However, my plans could change at any time. You never know what may become of old Otis. I've become quite a klutz recently. I may end up falling off a big rock or something.
I've noticed a lot of folks clicking over from the PCA blog. Welcome, people. Just by way of introduction, Up For Poker is made up of three primary contributors: CJ (founder), G-Rob, and me. You can determine who is who by looking at the bottom of each post.
Again, as I sit here in the Bahamas airport on a surprisingly good Wi-Fi connection, I feel a little off in the head. I think it's some weird recipe of fatigue and ambition melted down with sure homesickness. I've been on a lot of road trips in the past few years and have always missed the old lady. Now that there's a L'il Otis in the mix, though, it makes it all the worse. Gotta find a way to make this kind of thing work with that kind of thing.
Or something like that.
So, to all my old friends: I'm on my way home. To anyone new who has come across from PCA, thanks for coming and be sure to check out all the poker blogs on the left.
I'll be back in a bit. I've got a lot about which to write. For now, though, I need to spend a little L'il and Mrs. Otis time.
Flight is about to board.
Otis=Skyward.