November 15, 2004

  • Poker, Gourmands, and Paintings, oh my…

    Well, in a hard fought battle, Althea, on her actual birthday, pulled it out against Matty to take it all.

    She said after winning, that her insides hurt. Yeah, like 160 dollars in your pocket, and the adrenaline pumping you queasy.

    Dejected for being the first out in just one hour, John and I started a side cash game with a 5 dollar buy in, we kicked everyone out for a pot of 40 bucks. I could have walked out with 20 there, but I got greedy and kept playing. I took the lead and felt good about my decision, until my top pair fell to john’s two pair in an all in. Basically over, and I walk away in the red, while John survives in the black.

    But its all good because we went back to his place where his girl Mary

    Had a delicious fucking meal waiting for us. Look!

    Butter breaded chicken, caramelized onions (one of my very favorite dishes), baked sliced potatoes, and cornbread, even cornbread. My compliments to the chef.

    After simpsons (good but weird: “Blood for cream”) and an excellently tied together Arrested Develpoment, we critiqued some of his art, even my birthday present portrait.

    Cool.