I hate it when my friends are cooler than I am.
( Kentucky Fried Halloween )

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Without the baggage of those individuals who still can't seem to grasp blinds, chip denominations and hand precedence, we tore through three games (eight person, seven person and six person, respectively) in the time it usually takes to play two. I won the first, came in second in the second, and fourth in the final tournament, losing after ( Read more... )

D. implied I jinxed the Parker Posey tee shirt by wearing it to two poker nights in a row, but my argument is - what's the point of a lucky shirt if you aren't going to wear it whenever you need it? It's not like I can wear something else but keep the holy relic in my car, then pull a quick costume change when things are going south. At least, I ( Read more... )

Dude,

We are going to have to cancel your visit this evening because we are getting the house ready for [Little B's] b'day party on Saturday. Before you get all huffy, this is a kid’s party where the only adults involved are the +1s with their kids. [A.] is still debating having poker on Saturday as I will be out of town at a ( Read more... )

B. & A. have arranged for a twelve person poker tourney tonight (our biggest yet). Unfortunately, three of the participants have never played Texas Hold'em before (and at least one other might as well as have), meaning there will be some irritating delays and even more irritatingly irrational plays ( Read more... )

( Weekend in photos... )

J. has been giving me the cold shoulder ever since I refused to see roller derby with her. I, incidentally, knew that I would want to decompress the day after Führertag and so I left my entire Saturday free; I did not, however, feel the need to explain myself to her, particularly after she failed to attend our party. Like two pissy little bitches ( Read more... )

Just took down a nine-person mini-tournament.

Barely played a hand during the first two blind increases, then ended up with pocket kings that trip'd up on the flop. D. called my cell in the middle of the hand, which may have made my plays look even less calculated than they were. I knocked out one player there. Later, my stack size let me ( Read more... )

Last night, A. interrupted our preparations for Führertag (the upcoming joint celebration of his mother and Hitler's birthdays) to drag me to a nearby bar for a pair of poker tournaments. It seems my pal has been driving his asthmatic ass all the way out to Herndon every Thursday night to play in those free Hold'em games that seem to be all the ( Read more... )