November 19, 2004

  • Shafts and boobs…

    This morning, the elevator just dropped a couple of floors and some people got stuck, so all these fire engines came.

    Looks like the original sim city or grand theft auto.

    After a shitty day of box moving, Patrick and I played some pool, and visited an orchard.

    He is better than I am and I hate that, but I went 3-1 on nineball, where there is some luck involved. Then he beat me a set at eightball stylings.

    Instead of doing my laundry (postponed until Saturday), I rushed over to the upper west to catch the last two hours of poker cash game.

    When you get there, you have to kiss the boobs.

    I was in for 40 dollars pretty quick, which I then made back with my last rebuy.Bombus left early with 50 bucks (I don’t think I could ever leave early if I was big stack, I would always want to swallow just a bit more).

    Then it was john and I with 40 bucks each (after I took out Dave), and we could have just split it again (see previous post re: losers game), me running out even John up by ten, but pokerholics that we are, we kept playing, setting a max number of hands at ten. We exchanged blinds and a few bucks here and there, until the last hand. Hes got ace jack suited hearts, I got fours. He bets ten before the flop, I call, 3 5 6 come out, with two hearts, and my straight draw, we both go all in. No heart comes, fours take it.

    I walk out with 80 dollars, 40 profit,

    John with 5.

    Buyakashaw! I love poker!

    Oh, I almost forgot. Jim’s ipod was on random, when a cover of that Seven nation Army came on by some techno dudes. Then the very next song was Seven nation Army itself by the Stripes. Isn’t randomness inclredible?

    John and I thought so, this is us right when we noticed it.