I always make fun of Vinnie when he requests a wake up call. We have an alarm clock, do we really need a call too?
The crappy alarm clock at my obnoxiously overpriced $145/nite room at The Four Queens didn’t go off this morning. I woke up at 9:55. My flight home was at 11. I didn’t even bother doing the bolt out of bed and do the try to make it dance. I wasn’t going to make it. I also missed my opportunity to take profits on the puts I bought yesterday afternoon. So instead of catching 14 pts on Google, I only caught 4 before the short-covering rally.




