Huggles for everybody!

I was minding my own business when the girl walked up. She was on the phone and hidden behind a pair of big, dark sunglasses. The first thing I noticed--seriously--was her toes.

My wife is pretty particular about painting her toenails when she wears open-toed shoes. This girl was dressed like she cared about how she looked. Tight slacks, a low cut shirt, etc. However, her toes looked like they had been ignored for a couple of months.

Odd, I thought.

When the girl finished her call, she looked up and said, "Do I know you?"

"I can't see any reason why you would," I said.

She paused and then said, "Do you know me?"

Everybody in Vegas looks the same, as far as I'm concerned. I feel like I see somebody I know everywhere.

"You face looks familiar," I said. I didn't say that I'd seen her playing a satellite last night and half of the adjacent table was craning to get a look down her shirt.

Slowly, the girl pulled her sunglasses down to reveal her eyes. She waited for some recognition, but it didn't click.

"Brandi Hawbaker," she said.

I could only say, "Ah. So are you playing any events?" Later, Dan would tell me I should've said, "Sorry, Brandi, I didn't recognize you without the Full Tilt sticker."

It was pretty clear that my media badge was about the only thing spawning the conversation.

I ran away, afraid Captain Tom might see me talking to her and try to huggle me.

| 2007 World Series of Poker