May 19, 2006 14:52
So B-n didn't come, and I sent him an email titled "Horse Shit." I spent the entire night as second best hand, second highest Full house being the worst. Second highest kicker and second highest straight didn't help. N---i, beginner and first time player, stayed sober and had the cards to unseat M--t, finally. Good. I like her house. She'll be a good hostess.
M--t had killed 3/4 of a litre of Smirnoff, and he was entertaining enough to get me to stay for another two beers afterwards, discussing various and sundry aspects of love, lust, and narcotics. Strange that he can talk clearly, even when he can't keep his eyes open. I think we should either move this shindig to Friday, or limit the proof. Fair play on the cheesecake, M--t