Birthday for One?

Can anyone think of a better day to celebrate 27 years on this glorious planet than playing $1-$3 NL Hold'em at Binion's? Anyone? Didn't think so. QED. Even my Guelph boi and poker pro Gavin Smith came to celebrate with me. And by that I mean he was in the same room, playing at a table on the other side of the casino. Most surprising of all, he was not drunk. (This is surprising because he's always drunk.) Apparently he's given up drinking for two months because of a prop bet. So anywho, poker has decided to come crawling back to me like she always does. Just when I've told myself to never see her again, that I'm finished with this lifesytle, finished with this city, she returns to me, bearing gifts of full boats and heart flushes. Why do I always take her back? So a week from now, I'll be packing up, about to head back out on the road. I was just thinking, this is the beginning of me living on my own for the first time in my life. When I moved to univeristy nine years ago, it was my first time away from home, but I've always had roommates. During the last two months I've been living by myself and I'll be on my own in Vancouver too. I'm not gonna lie - it definitely has its advantages. But when you find the right group of people, living in a house with good friends is amazing and I think I'm really gonna miss that. Still, having my own apartment is gonna be sweet too. But until that happens, I've got some work to take care of here... P.S. An update on the night when I couldn't get into my place: The guy across the street called the police, threatening to kill himself. So they sent in troopers, SWAT teams, and helicopters, and evacuated the neighbourhood at 1am as a precaution against the possibility of stray bullets, waking the other people in this house up and putting them in a bus for a few hours. How random! Given how it turned out, I'm glad I was playing poker rather than sitting on a bus. U-S-A! U-S-A!