Long week

Having had a few days in Prague last week for the i-Gaming SuperShow conference, online poker had been non-existent in my world until tonight when I managed to bubble for a PKR WSOP stage 3 ticket (again) and got my money back to try again later in the week.
Meeting John Tabatabai (who seemed suitably impressed/surprised that I, a girl, played poker) at ungodly o'clock in the queue for the flight at Gatwick airport on Tuesday morning, meant I was, in turn, suitably inspired and itching to get my hands on some Czech chips sooner rather than later.
With all the crazy parties (don't get me started on the midgets and balaclava-clad gunmen at Calvin Ayre's birthday) and gatherings to attend, I played just twice in Prague, once from 11pm to 6am (when the hotel casino closed, which, as a Londoner with access to 24hr poker, was surreal and, at the time, a bit of a disappointment as I was just starting to re-build my empire).
6am represented a personal 'best' late/early finish time for me; with hindsight it was a good thing they chucked us out, it allowed me at least 2 hours' sleep before day 2 of the conference - and it saved my suit jacket on the back of my chair from another soaking from the Canadian numpty stood behind me, who had doused it in a glass of some spirit and coke, stumbling about around half 5.
I also played on the last afternoon of the conference week, unofficially, at the networking meet-up bar along with a handful other industry luminaries/layabouts.

I should have given up the Hilton casino appearance around 4am when I was 400 quid up and before the (free and very-strong-and-getting-stronger) Jack and cokes started making over-ballsy/plain piss poor decisions on my behalf. I ended up 100 quid to the good, which was pleasing enough, but wish I had been knackered when I had the monster stack in front of me and my 'competition' was drunk Europeans who work in gaming and therefore think they're Phil Ivey.
I quadrupled my money in the casual (and veerrrryy loose) game on the Friday, which ensured a McDonalds 'feast' at the airport and sufficent Magners, vin blanc and Easyjet nibbles for the girls in my office on the plane home.

Am feeling very good about poker at the moment and, aside from the Jack-fuelled, middle of the night blip on Wednesday, I am playing well, without having to think too much most of the time, it is coming pretty naturally; I have to be due something really good soon. Surely? ...