I made an appearance at the Hard Rock last night.
It was raining and busy, so I had to wait for a table, but I finally got a seat at a 1/2 NL table and, in an hour or so, ran my $100 buy-in up to just over $300. Things were going well but then a number of players left and they broke our table down and sent the survivors around to other tables.
That’s when I should have left. 
When I got to my new table, I put all but my original $100 onto the felt and continued to play. I was doing well, making some hands and stealing pots when I didn’t… but then a new, very aggressive player sat down. He was the kind of player who regularly raised $25 pre-flop into a pot of $8 or so and the tenor of play at the table loosened up quickly. Of course, he was remarkably lucky, too: he raised once with 85o and caught running fives to make a full house. Another hand saw his 910s beat my QQ when he made a backdoor flush.
Before I knew it, he had most of the chips and I was all-in with a short stack and KQs. I (of course) made two pair only to lose to his ridonkeylous straight draw and I got up to go home, thankful that I had put that $100 into my pocket where it was safe.
I left with what I came in with… that’s something, right?
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