The Rake is not influenced by peer pressure.
Tuesday Sabrinia and I had another "not a date" date. We went out to dinner and I had Indian food for the first time. It was actually quite good. Mmm, brown sauce. After that we crossed the street and went into a casino to play some video poker and had a few drinks. She got a text that Kurt and his wife, Brandy, would be heading to Brando's soon and we should go.
We stopped drinking and I cashed out a slot ticket for the first time ever, up $10. Not ready to drive yet we sat in the sports book and had a very interesting conversation. I wish I'd written something about that sooner but now the memory is a little too faded. I can however quote Sabrinia as saying, "I'm not fucking a gorilla; I don't care how big its dick is." So that gives you some idea...
The conversation was occasionally broken by texts being sent back and forth. Everyone thinks Sabrinia and I are dating, except Sabrinia. Mike was teasing her about it and she responded with "We're fucking.ttyl."
Immediately thereafter we were sober enough to drive down I-15 to Brando's. When we got there she had a gotten a reply that her text was "definitely the highlight of the dealer table."
Thanksgiving was interesting. I'd been invited to Mike's for a late Thanksgiving dinner but had to work to start the day. I clocked and opened a tournament table. I spread the deck and then they decided we didn't need that table and I could go home - after being clocked in for 12 minutes.
Sabrinia was working but had lost/forgot the fanny pack dealers use to keep their tips before cashing out at the end of the day. She'd been using her purse and I offered to switch my bag with hers. She accepted so I was toting her purse around for a while. I elected to play a bit before going to Mike's but amazingly no one made fun of me for keeping it on my shoulder while playing.
After a little over an hour I went home to change. Mike called and asked me to pick up some Frangelico. I went to the store and couldn't find it. I asked someone who worked there but they were on a skeleton crew and didn't have a clue either. They closed early for Thanksgiving and with the clock running out on me I ended up purchasing a bottle of wine with a similar name.
That was kind of embarrassing so I decided to make up for that mistake by offering to drink the entire bottle. Except I wanted to make some money on it and got 2 guys to bet against me finishing it in under an hour. So along with the turkey and potatoes and rolls and everything else I gulped down the whole thing, in 24 minutes. Things got kind of interesting from there.
Mike was taking a group photo and wanted to put his 4-year-old son, Johnny, in the shot before sending him to bed. "Go stand next to the dummy, Johnny." Johnny ran off in the opposite direction to which I bellowed, "There's no reason to fear drunk Terrence!"
Ooh, it got better from there. We started a little $1-$2 mixed game. Sabs volunteered to deal and I put the $36 I won from drinking on the table. Oh boy. I think we were playing Badugi, might have been 2-7 triple draw but either way. I made an 8-7 low on the 2nd draw and raised. My opponent stood pat and I announced, "Hi Sabrinia, my name's Pat, will you bone me?" I don't think she responded directly but it turns out my opponent had an 8-5 so I did get boned.
After that I kind of wore down and flopped on the couch for a while. Then I had to go puke. The good news on that front was Mike has a cool electric heated toilet seat. At least I think it was heated electronically; it's less cool if that was just residual heat from the last user. Significantly less cool.
I returned to the couch for a while. Watching from the couch I could see Sabrinia had switched over to playing. I had a thought. Walk up behind Sabrinia and just give her a hug. "I'm sorry but this is all I've wanted to do for the last three months and I'm finally drunk enough to do it." Thought about it for a while, but I guess I wasn't drunk enough to do it.
Eventually I truly sobered up and got back in the game for a while. Actually ended up turning the $36 drink-in to $39 so yay me. Cashed out around 3:30am and Kurt asked, "Sober, are you Terrence enough to drive?" It's alright though, I don't think he went home for another two hours.
We stopped drinking and I cashed out a slot ticket for the first time ever, up $10. Not ready to drive yet we sat in the sports book and had a very interesting conversation. I wish I'd written something about that sooner but now the memory is a little too faded. I can however quote Sabrinia as saying, "I'm not fucking a gorilla; I don't care how big its dick is." So that gives you some idea...
The conversation was occasionally broken by texts being sent back and forth. Everyone thinks Sabrinia and I are dating, except Sabrinia. Mike was teasing her about it and she responded with "We're fucking.ttyl."
Immediately thereafter we were sober enough to drive down I-15 to Brando's. When we got there she had a gotten a reply that her text was "definitely the highlight of the dealer table."
Thanksgiving was interesting. I'd been invited to Mike's for a late Thanksgiving dinner but had to work to start the day. I clocked and opened a tournament table. I spread the deck and then they decided we didn't need that table and I could go home - after being clocked in for 12 minutes.
Sabrinia was working but had lost/forgot the fanny pack dealers use to keep their tips before cashing out at the end of the day. She'd been using her purse and I offered to switch my bag with hers. She accepted so I was toting her purse around for a while. I elected to play a bit before going to Mike's but amazingly no one made fun of me for keeping it on my shoulder while playing.
After a little over an hour I went home to change. Mike called and asked me to pick up some Frangelico. I went to the store and couldn't find it. I asked someone who worked there but they were on a skeleton crew and didn't have a clue either. They closed early for Thanksgiving and with the clock running out on me I ended up purchasing a bottle of wine with a similar name.
That was kind of embarrassing so I decided to make up for that mistake by offering to drink the entire bottle. Except I wanted to make some money on it and got 2 guys to bet against me finishing it in under an hour. So along with the turkey and potatoes and rolls and everything else I gulped down the whole thing, in 24 minutes. Things got kind of interesting from there.
Mike was taking a group photo and wanted to put his 4-year-old son, Johnny, in the shot before sending him to bed. "Go stand next to the dummy, Johnny." Johnny ran off in the opposite direction to which I bellowed, "There's no reason to fear drunk Terrence!"
Ooh, it got better from there. We started a little $1-$2 mixed game. Sabs volunteered to deal and I put the $36 I won from drinking on the table. Oh boy. I think we were playing Badugi, might have been 2-7 triple draw but either way. I made an 8-7 low on the 2nd draw and raised. My opponent stood pat and I announced, "Hi Sabrinia, my name's Pat, will you bone me?" I don't think she responded directly but it turns out my opponent had an 8-5 so I did get boned.
After that I kind of wore down and flopped on the couch for a while. Then I had to go puke. The good news on that front was Mike has a cool electric heated toilet seat. At least I think it was heated electronically; it's less cool if that was just residual heat from the last user. Significantly less cool.
I returned to the couch for a while. Watching from the couch I could see Sabrinia had switched over to playing. I had a thought. Walk up behind Sabrinia and just give her a hug. "I'm sorry but this is all I've wanted to do for the last three months and I'm finally drunk enough to do it." Thought about it for a while, but I guess I wasn't drunk enough to do it.
Eventually I truly sobered up and got back in the game for a while. Actually ended up turning the $36 drink-in to $39 so yay me. Cashed out around 3:30am and Kurt asked, "Sober, are you Terrence enough to drive?" It's alright though, I don't think he went home for another two hours.