Dinner

Well,  I made it to dinner.  Not a lot to say,  I mostly folded for two hours straight.

I had AQ off on the button,  called a raise,  and got two tens and something little.  Then I was first to act somehow...  the dealer adjusted the button and I checked and the guy to my right went all in with his last couple thousand and I folded.  Then we all argued about who had the big blind and realized the dealer screwed me...  I should have been last to act,  not first.  The result would have been the same,  so whatever...  but some of these dealers have been terrible.

I had AJ off with good position and called a raise.  Flop was king,  jack,  something.  I bet,  he called.  Turn,  I bet,  he called.  River,  I check with second pair and he bets.  I called and he mucked...  said he was chasing a straight.

Had sixes in good position and raised to take the blinds preflop.

That's it...  three hands in two hours.

Of course,  there was one hand we can call the Greg Rydz hand...  the hand that would have been.  I had pocket sevens under the gun and folded them.  Crazy?  Not a great move,  but the table was hot,  I was  indecisive, and played it safe.  Flop came queen,  jack,  seven... with three players in.  Doh...  should have flopped a set of sevens.  Winning hand was a flush on the river,  so there's actually a good chance I dodged a major bullet. 

We lost our first player thirty minutes into level three... and a second about halfway through.  They were the players to my left and right that had battled across me all day.  Of course,  the replacement on my right has a huge stack...

Anyway,  on to level four...  47,775 at dinner.