Manicure and Man Purse

I am suddenly a little concerned about slightly feminine things that have appealed to me. A veteran dealer told me on my last visit that he gets his nails done about every other week. I had to admit that they looked great, and that I have had very sensitive issues with torn cuticles in the past, but I wasn't quite ready for my first manicure. I actually had to bring the subject up with a couple of female friends to warm up to the idea that it might be a good thing to do BEFORE heading to deal the WSOP. I went to a salon before dealing the last cruise, but chickened out when I saw what I was certain would be a very male-hostile environment. After the cruise, I even drove up to and parked in front of no less than three nail shops before deciding that this is something I really wanted to do. Finally, a couple of days before I flew out, I got my hair cut and bit the bullet and entered the nail salon next door.

Of course, I had no idea what to ask for. I nervously said that I didn't want any polish or anything, but wanted my nails taken care of. It probably didn't matter what I said, however, because the young vietnamese girl was only watching my gestures and I doubt she understood a word I said. After some uncomfortable attempts to communicate, she got busy soaking and trimming. At least six different products were used, an emory board and a powered buffing device ... and I survived, of course. The surprise was a nice hand massage, which itself was worth the $11 manicure fee and garnered a healthy tip. I was surprised at how proud I was of them dealing in the Diamond Club that night, not sure if anyone noticed because I was surely not about to bring it up.

Then the day before I left, I went looking for a small bag to use when dealing. I have been using a felt one for sometime and it is falling apart. I usually store it in the office, which I thought might not be convenient at the Rio anyway and needed something I could keep with me. I don't care for fanny packs, which all the Vegas dealers seem to use, but I may end up having to go that route, I suppose. Until then, I settled on a small leather bag that has a cell phone compartment, room enough for my towel, a setup, cough strips, sunscreen, aspirin, and maybe a water bottle or small sandwich. It has a shoulder strap that I might disgard. I hate to say it, but it might just be a man-purse.

What is going on?