Meh, ce la vie
Lost both games of poker tonight, though not due to any truly regrettable plays on my part. My pair of sixes got cracked by a rivered flush after B. called my all-in with A3 suited. Surprisingly, I am not that burned up about it. A. asked me to stay behind "for fifteen minutes" to discuss our upcoming Boy Bünd projects and went on a drunken rant that lasted well over forty-five. We have a lot of good ideas though, the seeds for our absurdist television show. I am actually hoping that we follow through on this one. At the very minimum, I will spend Sunday constructing myself a terrible costume for the Transformers movie opening.
As for poker, I am still more than a hundred dollars up for the year.
And there's always tomorrow.
No, literally...
I am playing poker again tomorrow night.
As for poker, I am still more than a hundred dollars up for the year.
And there's always tomorrow.
No, literally...
I am playing poker again tomorrow night.