It's like kissing your sister...

I had a "long" session last night - played until about 2:30 AM.  I was having too good of a time, playing with the young'ins whom I've become friendly with at the 'Shoe.  A 7 hour session yielded a $50 gain...  puke.  I'm happy with the turnaround from down $300 early on, but still - breaking even for all those hours is a crappy result.  Breaking even is like kissing your sister.  I guess there's something to be said about the entertainment factor of having fun conversations the whole night.

At risk of becoming a Rob-like post, the first table featured a regular who was totally drunk.  He was the chattiest I've ever seen.  There was one lady, an older - maybe late 60's woman - who was mixing it up with us in the conversation.  The conversation started out as folding out of turn and the rules (whether or not you can call after you've folded out of turn but pulled your cards back) spawned from my "brilliant" call down of AJ high vs. AQ high on the river for $100 when the AQ threw his cards towards the muck in a forward motion but did not muck the cards.  Long story, about the latter, but regardless, the conversation quickly turned to "what would you do for a million bucks."

It stayed within the poker realm at first - would you mis-call your hand to illicit a fold from your opponent for $3k, then $1M, then $10M.  There was a particularly honest individual who would not do it.  Then it turned to - well, what WOULD YOU DO for $1M.  Apparently, there's a Facebook post trending about this - and the question was would you step on puppies for $1M or more.  I said I would, and my end of the table started talking about it.  The dude to my left claimed he would step on 10 puppies...  hell, for the money, he'd step on his own dog's puppies!  The dealer, who's an animal lover, was telling us to stop it, but the aforementioned lady got so upset she called floor over to us for a reprimand while also requesting a table change.  I couldn't believe her reaction / outrage at what I felt was a silly hypothetical conversation.  The dude to my left continued to talk about how he puts his lhaso apso in the dog ring ala Michael Vick and watches him tear the fur off of random poodles.  This sent her over the edge.  I think we all made an enemy for life last night.  Some people can't take a joke I guess...