October 18, 2004

  • poker takes over again...

    Yes, i played poker Thursday through sunday. I got into another weekly game, and then both of the ones i played in had two games, and wam bam thank you maam, i walk out 140 dollars richer.

    A bit of back story... my artist friend Johnny Mac grew up in CT, and a bunch of his friends have a pad on the upper west side. His skill level is all right, pretty good living room style. He tells me that he played with these guys and beat on them pretty bad, said i could clean up. And then i did. Only they played limit (max 4 bet) and a cash game, not tourney. The next day i played with my regular peeps and brought one kid from the new game, who enjoyed the no limit and actually won the whole thing (first time a rookie took it all). He convinced the other kids to play no limit, when we played the next day. And i knew he was kind of intoxicated by going all in, and used that to kick his ass in two hands. He had the most money on the table and was trying to push people around, and i knew it and called him on it. 2 queens on the board, i had next pair, called his all in, and doubled up 20 bucks off him. Two hands later, i get top pair, i check it, he goes all in again, i call very quickly, flip over the queen, he has nothing and i take the rest of his money. He is out, pissed (might want to switch it back to limit) and i go home rich.

    Beside that, the jam packed weekend went by quick and powerful. Earlier in the week i had a little debate party fiasco. A. Rutty, social engineer extraordinaire usually had a shin dig a his place, but i did not recieve a call or invite, but i didn't even think twice since he just always had it at his place, and i have begun to get into doing the debates in a social setting, since it is just so much more fun, so i was looking forward to it. But the closer i came to leaving, the more i realized that it might not be on, so i call rutkoff and he doesn't answer and i don't have his girlfriend's number, so i decide to just wing it. If it's on, then it's all good, if not, i get served. nice train ride for nothing, and i miss the first part of the oratorical whup ass.

    no C trains come and its almost nine and im getting pissed, and finally the local arrives, i get off and claire, the girlfriend, appears at the station asking me if im going to her house. Well, yes. Except in her asking i realize its not on and im just a crashing fool. She reaffirms the not on serving, but says she's just watching it with her friend Sara and i am welcome. I feel like a bit of a schmuck. Here we are trying to get a good picture and here is try number two, and as always, third is a charm i looked stoned in the first two, or just evil.

    backstory deuce... Frosh year sara lived down the hall, claire lived on the third floor. they both did track. Both are cute and like any small liberal arts college, you get to know the beautiful people as such. By the end of junior year and bit of senior, they went out. Oh the perverse fantasies of most of the guys on campus of being the meat in the lesbian sandwhich. they also made an appearence at the naked party which bred my profile pic. they broke up some time after that and both went directly to a male significant other (if either of them had gone after another girl it would have hurt the other, i think). the male on one side was none other than aaron Ruty, the claire stealer.

    so here i am, not only just crashing claire's house, but crashing her time with her best friend now ex girlfriend, a time away from their boys, probably a time they cherish. so what do you do? you sit, enjoy the debate, try not to be obnoxious. I tried to get out of there after it was over so they might get some time, but sara's always just leaving right quick. then i pissed in the shadow of the atlantic clock tower, in an alley way.

    saturday after poker john and i went to dove (had never been there before, yuppie kind of prep scene) to see this kid who's younger than us, josh. we randomly met katzenbach, and afterpartied at his dope apartment. traintracks ensued, which had not happened in a while. bump bump bump bump it up. you know how we do sometimes.

    all right, endpost musing.
    what is it about beauty that attracts us so much. obviously, in an evolutionary sense, very obese people are unhealthy thus less attractive as birthing mates. but actual face beauty, good proportionate bone structure, why do we care so much. how does it have the power it does over us. Laughing at jokes that are not that funny or wanting to be near someone just because they look a certain prescribed way. If we grew up in a society where ugly faces were attractive, would they have that same power? where did our idea of what is attractive begin? why is beauty beautiful? i can't deconstruct it, but i do realize the weight it has in my decisions regarding women, and i can try to not let it control me as much. is that not enough?