Poker downstairs

Julia threw a bash over the weekend for her work homies. About 30-35 people over to her place for game night - people were playing the likes of Pictionary, Taboo, Euchre, and some other stuff. I sat in a corner in the basement by the food and cooler of Budweiser pounding beers and playing poker.

It seemed only won 4 or 5 hands all night, but they were all BIG money hands and were enough to power me to 2nd out of 13 people. I figured that was pretty good cause alot of these guys get together once or so a month and play and some are those real serious types - playing chip games, shuffling chips, calling out percentages on what's left in the deck and who's ahead in the hand ... you know, all that annoying shit. Most of the night I just sat there and sipped the Budweiser, petting the dog, and watching these guys beat up on each other until I had the cards to pounce.

We ended up splitting the pot at the end which I hate, but it was good for me. The other dude had me probably 3-1 in chips, but his wife was wanting him to leave. He wanted to split it and give me second place money and him first, and I said I was willing to sit there and play it out. The I suggested we split 50/50 which he was game for, so I pocketed $60 and headed upstairs to play some Operation thinking after 3 hours of Bud had my hands steady enough to beat anyone in it. But everyone bitched out and left after poker.

Still though - Midnight in little ole Richland, Mi is a late night. And you drunk asses called me around 230 and I didn't even hear the phone. So the party in Cincinnati was going much later.