rmd | after ecstacy, the laundry

i came home last night, after the big win (second is the new first, you know), and discovered one of the cats had horked on the bed. while clauclauclaudia was hunting down clean sheets, i took the money out and touched it and fondled it. because i've never had that kind of cash in hand. but the cat horking explains why there's nothing but a mattress pad on the bed in this picture. i am usually civilized enough to have sheets on the bed.

so, i spread it all out and then took a picture of it with a big naked hairy pussy on it. yeah baby. she rolled around in it, even
my cat nikita, sprawled on my winnings

and then today i walked around with the money in my pocket till i made it to the bank. then i paid off my car loan and on my way home i bought a nice bottle of scotch and a nice bottle of port. next weekend, in addition to my usual weekend ritual of dealing with mail and doing bills, i'll be writing a nice big check to the american cancer society (yeah, cancer made me a better poker player, but i don't advocate this approach for other people). also smaller checks to other groups. heifer project, an ovarian cancer education group, doctors without borders, rosie's place, etc.

i thought about divvying up the money differently instead of throwing it all at the car loan, but then i realized that not only was it the worst loan i had, but that i really wanted to be able to say that i'd paid it off with poker winnings.

one thing i noticed yesterday and today was that walking around with that kind of money felt a lot like wandering around with a concealed handgun. that same kind of "be very aware of it and make sure it doesn't end up falling off your person or that you aren't flashing it at people without realizing it" caution coupled with the "be casual and don't make it obvious you're doing anything different."