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Everyday I’m Shoefflin’

1 Jun

isabelmarantcarol

While we’re playing cards, doesn’t it seem like the deck favors some people and not others? Last night, I was invited to attend the City of Hope Research and Medical Center (a National Cancer Institute-designated Comprehensive Cancer Center and founding member for the National Comprehensive Cancer Network) Charity Event at the the Creative Artists Agency in Los Angeles. I entered into the All In For Hope Celebrity Poker Tournament for an awesome cause and also for a chance to win the $10,000 seat to the World Series of Poker Main Event In Las Vegas, which was awarded to the last player standing. Well, in this case, it would be the last player sitting, because when or if a player gets busted out, he or she basically stands up from the table, and heads off to the sidelines, otherwise known as the rail. I was discussing the night’s events with my Isabel Marant Carol studded leather sandals, since there was very little action at our table and many of the players weren’t very talkative. My sandals aren’t very knowledgable about Texas Hold ‘Em, but even they noticed that the dealers weren’t very good. They wondered if that had any correlation to my cards not being very good, but I was convinced that in gambling, it really just comes down to the luck of the draw. Poker requires a lot of luck, but also a lot of patience. About 3 hours into the event, I could hear my shoes shuffling under the table, bored and antsy for this show to get on the road. I basically maintained my chip stack, but announcements to up the ante started to come at an increasingly faster pace. Like my shoes, the Event’s Hosts were wondering what was taking so long. Apparently, this was their first poker tournament event and the planners may not have anticipated the amount of time this game takes. My shoes were falling asleep to the sounds of the dealers shuffling the cards and some of the players shuffling their chips. As the the blinds continued to get bigger and bigger and my chip stack was getting shorter and shorter, I made the choice to try to double up my next good hand. I finally got an Ace King, off suit, in the small blind. At this point, blinds were 400/800 (we all started with 5000 chips, with options to re-buy), and the guy to my right, on the button raised to 2000. It was 1600 to call and we were both relatively short stacked. He had me covered, but I couldn’t let him steal the blinds on the button with my hand so, with my AK, I pushed all in. He called with Queen Nine. I had him crushed, Flop came, nothing… Turn card, nothing… River card came… Queen. I woke my shoes up and I let them know that they’d be happy to hear that we were leaving the table and gave them a summary of what just happened. I congratulated the winner of the hand and shuffled over to the rail. My shoes commented, “Wow, there were only 6 cards in the deck, after the Turn, that could have kept him in his seat,” Well, that’s just the shuffle of the deck I guess. The DJ was spinning some tunes, and my sandals and I couldn’t help but do a little LMFAO shuffle and sing, “Everyday, I’m Shoefflin’.”

Shoeda, Woulda, Couldas

16 Apr

YSL Tribute

What’s the allure of gambling again? I was wearing my YSL Tribute T-Strap Sandals at the Harvey’s Casino in South Lake Tahoe and they concluded that the allure for sure isn’t the smoke-filled air, the multi-colored carpets, or the weird drunk guy sitting next to us asking, “So, what’s your story?” I guess the appeal of walking away at the end of the night with more cash than what we came with is enough to have us changing our bills into chips and ignoring everything else. Mama always needs a new pair of shoes, right? While hoping Lady Luck accompanied us to the blackjack tables, we began playing. Nowadays, it’s more like praying, since cards can’t be touched when dealt face up and while using multi-deck shoes (yes, blackjack cards have shoes too). While the goal is to get to 21 or as close to it as possible without going over, we’ll take a win however we can get it, either by beating the dealer or by the dealer busting. Even a draw can some times feel like a win; it sure beats losing. Whether up, down, or even, player emotions run high and if we have chatty shoes like my Tributes, emotions may run even higher. It seemed like every had my shoes had something to say. When I hit because the dealer showed a face card my shoes would say, “You shoulda stayed at 16, there was a 5 that the dealer wasn’t showing and you took the bust card.” When I increased my bet only to end up losing it they’d say, “If you woulda kept the bet the same, you woulda minimized your losses.” Even when I won, they yelled, “Ugh, you coulda bet more!” Yeah, that’s really easy to say when hindsight’s 20/20 and maybe slightly easier if we all consistently got hands that equaled 20. After a while, I had to put my foot down and walk away while I was ahead. While gambling, it’s easy to get carried away trying to press our luck. But if we lived our lives solely relying on luck, we’d have to deal with a hell-of-a-lot of Shoeda, Woulda, Couldas.

Perfect Sitshoeation

25 Jan

chanelespadrilles

hawaii

What could be better than spending time with some of my favorite people in the whole world in one of my favorite places to visit in the whole world? Not much. I wore my Chanel espadrilles in our travels to Honolulu Hawaii, where my bf and I will be spending the next 5 days with my dearest friends: Dreams, Face and their guys celebrating my, my bestie’s and my boyfriend’s birthdays and celebrating life.

The day started off with me putting on my perfect for traveling and walking shoes and running out the door to the car service waiting to take us to the airport and a driver who informed that we would most likely be missing our 8am flight. We sat in the car as it poured ran in traffic from Pasadena to LAX. My BF called Travelocity, the site where we booked our flights, and an agent informed that to get confirmed seats on the next flight, it would cost us four times what we paid originally for the fare difference plus change fee, which was ridulous and therefore not an option. I then called the airline, to check if there was a flight delay, which there was none, so I proceeded to ask about our options after missing our flight. There is a $75 change fee to get on another flight after missing one; however, there were no seats available that day in order to even get confirmed seats. So we headed to the American Airline counter after arriving at LAX to seek advice about what do to do next. We were put on the stand-by list on the 1030 flight, which was oversold by 6 and already had 5 people in front of us already on stand-by, which could also be pushed back further for priority AA members, etc. The next flight was in the afternoon (also oversold), and after that, our next best option was to try the next day. We waited at Gate 47, where AA agents were offering vouchers to people on our flight since they oversold the plane and people with confirmed seats didn’t even have one. It wasn’t looking good, and my shoes did not want to walk me back home sulking. Fifteen minutes before departure, and to our relief, the ticketing counter called both our names and we traded our stand-by tickets to boarding passes. It took a perfect storm of people missing their flight, people on stand-by leaving because they didn’t think they would make it, and people getting moved to first class, which were the only open seats, to be able to get the last two seats on the plane. We didn’t pay a dime extra in fees and they even took one of our bags that we carried on and checked it in without charging the normal bag fee. We were given the last middle seats, piggy-backed in rows 31 and 32, but we really couldn’t complain, we were just happy to have made it on the flight. Luckily, there was a family of 8 sitting in those two rows, who were nice enough to make accommodations so we could sit together by the window. Things were falling nicely into place, I kicked of my espadrilles and I thanked the powers that be. On the plane, I read Heads in Bed, by Jacob Tomsky, which is a very entertaining memoir of an author (who freely dropped f-bombs throughout the book like you wouldn’t believe) and his experience in the hotel and hospitality industry. I learned a trick or two about the life of working in a hotel, and when we arrived at the Royal Hawaiian on Waikiki Beach, we used what I had learned and took care of our front desk agent, who happily upgraded our basic room with garden view (which was supposedly the only room type available in its class while making reservations over the phone and constantly checking in to see if anything opened up prior to our arrival) to a junior suite with ocean view and who sent a birthday cake to our room for my boyfriend and I to enjoy (Thank you Jacob Tomsky for the heads up and thank you hotel agent for saving us over a thousand dollars in upgrades and phenomenal customer service). We finally settled into our spacious room, and while looking down at my shoes, they told me that we were pretty damn luckily that everything worked out in the most perfect way imaginable considering how the day started. Instead of sitting at home during a rainy weekend, we are in a perfect sitshoeation on an island in the sun.