An evening at Hooters

So last night I headed out for an evening of poker and while it ended up being enjoyable, ugh.

I'm not 100% sure what made me end up at Hooters though it was probably a bunch of factors all rolled into one.  I know TBC had been playing there recently so it increased my likely-hood of running into him and knowing how one nit at the table plays.  I've also never even set foot in the Hooters Casino so I figure'd that it would be a good time to check that off my list and I hear they run an Aces Cracked promo until 7 pm so that means the game would be tight and predictable which should help lower variance.
However, I'm beginning to assume my middle name is Variance because I either experience a lot of it or I'm just really shitty at this game.

I get there and a table is just starting up, 4 handed with a guy away from the table.  Within 30-40 minutes the table is full and all is good.  By all is good I mean the cards suck, horrible.

While playing 4 and 5 handed I had a great run of cards, getting big pairs and hitting big hands on flops and turns and increasing my stack a little at  a time.  However all of this took a turn for the worse when I decided that I should arrive at the Coolering portion of my evening.

I look down and see the strongest hand in poker, Seven Duce of Clubs (I have a history with this hand oddly enough) and decide to make a raise to $12 and get 2 callers.
Flop comes out all Clubs and I make a Continuation bet of $27 and get one caller.  Turn does not pair the board nor does it add a 4th club and I just feel this guy has the Ace of clubs and is trying to spike it.
I bet the rest of his stack which he instantly calls.
I flip up the bad news not realizing that I was the one receiving the bad news as he turns over the Ace of clubs and then exposes his Queen of clubs netting him the large pot because I guess the Ace out ranks my 7. Whatever.

Add some more to my stack and a short while later I look down and see Queens for the 3rd time this evening.  There are a couple of limpers and I pop it to $16 and get 2 callers.
Flop comes out Ace Queen Jack and it's not pretty but what can you do.  I bet $35 and get two callers.
Turn comes out a blank and I push getting just one caller.
I flip up the bad news not realizing..... you know the routine.
He had AA for a bigger set only calling pre-flop hoping he could lose and collect the $100 for getting Aces Cracked.

Ok - So Flush over Flush and Set over set while I was the aggressor both times.... Lets throw another one out there.

I've got 8T and make a raise to $12 with 3 callers.  Flop comes out 7TJ with two hearts.  i bet out $27 and get two callers.  Turn is another T.  Now I've got a gutshot and trips and while someone could have a straight I kind of like my hand.  I bet enough to put the short guy in and another guy makes a raise for the rest of his chips which I call (stacks aren't important because this is pretty much a TBC Summary).
3 way all in and I am not feeling very confident.
I turn up my cards.  Next guy show 9J for top pair gutshot.
next guy shows Q9 for open ended.
No flush draws.
River is of course the 8 giving Q9 the nuts and I watch my chips ship again.

Flush over flush, set over set, straight over straight....
Fuck Hooters Casino
Seriously.

After that I went over to MGM to play with Rob a bit and enjoyed the session even though it was mostly dull.  I did end up getting aces and had a guy double me up on a Ten high board because, as he said, "when I have a pocket pair it's just really hard for me to put someone else on Aces."
His pocket pair was 99.
Oh well, thanks for playing.

I also later won a pot with 42 of diamonds when i turned 2 pair.

I might end up back at Hooters today if they have a full table going just to play nit poker.

One more thing about Hooters.
The restaurant has this deal going for 3 chicken taco's for 3 dollars.
3 Spicy chicken tacos for 3 dollars. (later I found out you could get shrimp if you wanted).
Sounds like a good deal and I watched someone else eat them and they looked good.
I ordered some.
First issue is that by the time I got them they were fucking cold - ugh.
They needed Ranch dressing to make them taste better.
They, later, at MGM violently left my system.
Good thing MGM has such soft toilet paper to ease that experience for me.