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So, just figured out that Jessica is EERILY competitive when it comes to playing cards. Like, yelling, jittery, hurty competitive My hands still ache from that fated game of Black Jack.
And strip poker CAN be fun, when you're not the one who's sitting completely topless in your best friends's kitchen while Cindy wears your bra on her head. Luckily, I managed to get my shirt and bra back in the next round with triple three's. It was cold as hell, too. I had to get a blanket and wear it like a toga.
And if it weren't for Jessica giving me a sock, my pants would have been next to go in the pot. But it didn't come to that, thank God. Either way, though, I lost the round being the most naked person present.
I always got fecking bad cards. Geeze. And sweet, innocent Amber turned out to be a poker FIEND. Who knew somebody that tiny and smiley could be so good at Texas Hold 'em?
In other news, our attempts at being sophisticated and having tea were thwarted yet again. This time by druggie bohemian hippies scaring off the customers at Ruthie B's, causing them to close early.
Instead me, Cindy, Jessah, and Josh all got lunch at Trader Joe's and ate it in the courtyard, afterwords making out with a plastic duck and acting like nerds in the square. After mellowing out at Border's for a bit, we all headed to Jessah's for aforementioned 3-hour card marathon.
And strip poker CAN be fun, when you're not the one who's sitting completely topless in your best friends's kitchen while Cindy wears your bra on her head. Luckily, I managed to get my shirt and bra back in the next round with triple three's. It was cold as hell, too. I had to get a blanket and wear it like a toga.
And if it weren't for Jessica giving me a sock, my pants would have been next to go in the pot. But it didn't come to that, thank God. Either way, though, I lost the round being the most naked person present.
I always got fecking bad cards. Geeze. And sweet, innocent Amber turned out to be a poker FIEND. Who knew somebody that tiny and smiley could be so good at Texas Hold 'em?
In other news, our attempts at being sophisticated and having tea were thwarted yet again. This time by druggie bohemian hippies scaring off the customers at Ruthie B's, causing them to close early.
Instead me, Cindy, Jessah, and Josh all got lunch at Trader Joe's and ate it in the courtyard, afterwords making out with a plastic duck and acting like nerds in the square. After mellowing out at Border's for a bit, we all headed to Jessah's for aforementioned 3-hour card marathon.