A Rushed Evening…
Well, they basically gave me twenty-four hours to make a three-minute video from scratch.
I loaded the three hours of mini DV footage, and started cutting at around ten. Except there was no script, no boards, nothing… I had to come up with the concept and direction myself as well. So, this is what I came up with…
Hope you enjoy. It’s a puff piece for their presentation meeting, but its MY puff piece.
Last Sunday I gambled money…
Rushing back from philly, I made it just in time for some hot poker action.
Notice how I somehow managed to totally cover up Emily, even though that was exactly the opposite thing I wanted to do.
In the end, these people cashed out with chips, and macho power (rutkoff and Emily unpictured because of early departure).
What a night. I started out on the rollercoaster, losing, tripling up, gaining a nice lead, losing it. Bought back in for like sixty, and finally buckled down to do it right. But few cards came, so I had to grind that sucker. On the very last hand my meager jack six hits middle pair. People bet it harder than I did, but I stuck through and just barely made my 58 dolllars to come out about even.
Orson. By god, orson. Tighty mactighterton. Tighty fucking whitey. He’s just the tightest I have ever seen. Who knows, maybe he bluffed a whole lot and has me right where he wants me. But shit, that guy has the patience of a fucking Tibetan llama.
Emily played her naïve newby shtick to perfection, catching good cards and just calling to bluffing aggressors that could never see the aces that blindsided them. She also left early, cashing out 40 before I could take it from her.
Samuelevitz also uses the im not sure what Im doing technique to bring in the cash. A couple times he actually didn’t know, but got lucky. Anyway, hes a much more dangerous player than what his nice nervous guy exterior betrays. Beware.
Thayer plays a quiet game, which makes him very hard to pin down. I have almost no recollection of anything he did, except he went out in the black so he had to win some. He’s tight, I guess, just no orson.
Derek is probably the slyest of all of us. Very under the radar, he always seems confident, and he’s incredibly hard to read, but he definitely fucks around with the bluff once in a while. He claims he is the best player in the world when he gets good cards.
Liz once again just dwindled away. She called too much, or got fucked by slightly good hands that never paid off. Who knows?
Rutkoff played that exasperated loser, bitchy winner role that he loves. A bluffer that sometimes gets his fingers caught in the cookie jar, his aggressive play makes him yoyo from despair to elation in a six hour human drama that entertains immensely.
And finally, we get to john. Remember a few posts ago when he was just catching like a mother fucker. Well, it happened again. He caught ace queen three times, except this time they never hit. He got fucked by the river another three times. He tilted like a fucking italic I, and lost about 140, poor bugger.
Im gonna say i remain at 115 instead of the truthful 113.
High Upon The Mesa…
New York Cate Reception, baby. Right off the bat I get hit with the overload stick. Look at the beautiful babies of the Cate mesa.
And the crazy ass mo fos.
Look at the winners of best random appearance…
Can you name them?
Ill give you a hint, its Tu Shaun Ting and Gabe Yuen.
I sketchily snapped a quicky of Karina Palifox and Juilie forget her last name right now.
Of course, the obligatory casual pict.
Nice stare, Jo.
Look at this couch of power players. Investments and magazines and hotels, oh my!
I swear guys, Chris isn’t even that cool.
Obviously, I had to go all nazi-photo blogger style and got the class of 98 to represent.
What I didn’t know is that drew, the guest photographer, gave me the crotch surprise.
Had to mac it to the younger Collins for a bit.
Schmooze it with the headmaster that my class approved.
And said goodbye to billick, who graduated 98 even though she really was 99 (you can just smell it on her).
This one is a bit weird.
That’s Andrea Browne. I think she went out with my brother.
Anyway… The party stopped, but we kept it ragin’, heading to Nadine’s boyfriends restaurant (not literally his, he works there ((i have, just now, been corrected. he is co owner, with his father))).
Meredith can’t hold the surprise in the cab.
I was thinking the restaurant was some dive bar from its bar vetra appellation, as was jo and mer, but we got the expensive restaurant instead.
I think we made the most of it.
Damn bitch, everybody’s got a card except me.
Don’t you just love it when you have to do it three times.
Notice i kept my expression basically (if you don't count the whiteman's overbite) the same.
Well Cateys, nothin’ but love.
See you next year. Grrrrrrr.
No Lube Ass Rape, Balls Deep…
I played poker on Sunday, and have a nice post about that waiting to come out of my head. I also went to the Cate (my high school) New York reception and had a blast. I snapped plenty of pictures to show you guys, most of them awesome, including some randoms that came out of the wood works.
But alas I have been butraped. Out of nowhere, a project that I get to cut (yes I know, that part is very exciting) which I was told to hold off on came back into the picture today at five. So I have to start from scratch, load three hours of footage, and cut a 2 to 3 minute piece in one night.
I am freaking out a bit. Well see how I do. Actual good posts coming, I swear…
West Philly action…
I love New York. With all my heart. But sometimes, you gotta get the fuck out of dodge.
So time for a train ride.
NJ transit, I give your trains a C. The backs were way to erect, made for people with inhuman postures. Septa, you get a B plus. Your seats were spongie and well angled, but I went through five stations without ever hearing an announcement, If I had not been going all the way I would have been fucked.
Then arrival upon Land of Love soil. I got out of work early enough that Kerry came and picked me up at the station.
Guys, philly is so quaint, it can’t handle full trains, so you get one car trollies.
And what’s the first thing you do upon reaching the lofty shores of Philadelf?
Why eat a philly cheesesteak of course.
Kerry can’t candle all that meat so she goes for a sissy pizza.
And what next? Well if you’re two young hot bloded twenty somethings…
You go to bed. Actually, im serious, we just passed out way early like a bunch of nerds, that picture, if you really notice, is in the daytime the next day, where we did put the bed some use.
[pictures unforunatly censored]
But how rude of me, I haven’t even showed you around. This is kerry’s house.
Near their boring version of St Marks
You walk into the bedroom.
Then head into the living room slash kitchen slash office. 
She even has a balcony.
After a slow wake up and some food, we headed out into the fray that is… UPENN… be afraid. Look!
It’s a castle? A protestant church? Nope, just the school of Dentistry. How medieval.
Then the modern arch. 
Tres moderne, non?
Passed the three massive dorms.
Coming from small and liberal scholastic roots, three of these puppies in the same quad look oh so scawy (I know sp? For not being sure, but is there a sign for misspelling un purpsose, something like sp! Okay, done:) scawy (sp!).
Oh ben franklin, you are so coy, papi…
So forget you and come to the main main quad. Many moons ago, the Black Eyed Peas asked where is the love?
There, BEP, there.
And if you squint you can see the button that Kerry would not let me crawl around in for a photo op.
But I did get to play the Jesus
Of Penn’s ugly fish shield.
And I got to sneak a peek at a spring break wedding
Then benji’s true side
Finally came out.
After letting Kerry read a german book while i pagedturned away the da vinci code, we headed back into the fray to find the tastiest of all African cuisine: Erithrean
Basically Ethiopian, you get all this on a sourdough tortilla sponge, whose little friends help you scoop it all out.
Not a bad way to go.
Then this
Leads to more censoring, which leads to this.
(Did I neglect to say I was dragged to Hitch and kinda liked it. Don’t go spreading that around.)
Thanks for a great weekend, Kerry.
On the way back to the beautiful staion of Penn outside of Pennland I got a train buddy out of Arcelie for she headed back to the greater City as well.
Whew! What a trip.
Domination…
Poker happened at John’s place, and it ended up being a nice intimate game of only 5 players.
Angus could not win a race early, titled out a few times, kept buying back in and losing more races, and left down 140. Katz called a bit too much and left down forty. Derek played his reserved semi-tight to make a few bucks in the end (missing a key all in with jacks that hit a full house that would have tripled up). And I couldn’t stop playing once I made my money back up to forty and lost twenty more.
Now let me tell you about john. Imagine you are last to act pre flop, and before you even look at your cards two people go all in. finally taking a peek you spy two queens staring right at you…
You call, and triple up dominating an ace seven and pair of threes when nothing spikes.
Ten hands later, the exact thing happens again, except this time your queens beat and ace 3 and ace king for the triple up.
Then, on the last hand, same thing, except this time you see two people go all in and you look down at kings.
What a fucking night, never bought back and took down 200.
Look at this fuck.
And this guy that won too.
And the loser.
115, just when I thought I would break two hundred, on the count.
And how about deadwood…
Taking the creative road and totally making over the entire inside of a the shuttle train car.
Skip skip skip…
It’s been nothing but poker, which makes me nervous, but doesn’t really stop me.
Orson and Emily hosted in grand style in a delicious bunker west village style. You reach grand when you have a piano greeting you at the entrance, and velvet as your felt.
(piano, regrettably unpictured)
Started smallish, but came to include all sorts of chaps.
The chips kept pretty spread at first, until Derek took a lead. Aaron played his reserved aggressive style only to lose the lucky charm and fall at the hand of the river too many times. Liz slowly faded away at the end of the table with unlucky not-quite-good-enough-hands and a few times when she wanted to keep people honest. Emily called too much, not pulling the trigger to defend when I think she could have pulled it off. Noah, new to this ring but also a wesleyanite (and goalie on my newly signed up Chelsea piers team) played wild to my eyes, too much of a calling station. I tried to teach him a lesson with ace ten after the ten hit as top pair, only to lose to his king five when his majesty spiked the turn; but he lost it all later on so today he played too impulsively. Althea came in late, refused to play for a bit, finally bought in, won some hands after showing some patience, then lost it somehow, I don’t even remember.
Orson stayed steady after a bad beat for the rebuy, only to spurt right at the end with a chain of good cards the likes of which I have not seen in a while.
Could it be related to his early poker position of power…
That he later helped earn him this…
And most of it came out of Derek, and yes me, but mostly Derek who left minus two and wouldn’t even pose with his eight-dollar cash out.
I kept it steady. I had a pretty big stack for a tad, but I could not hold on to it because I play too many flops, and hold on too much when I shouldn’t (though that has also won me pots with ridiculously low hands). Like when I had aces to orsons full house, which cost me about twenty five dollars. I made some back, but still.
I did come out plus twenty.
Hours spent on poker Thursday tthrough Friday: 22.
Tally as of now: up 195. Oh yeah.
God bless you all.
Twelve angry hours…
Well, I had plans to go out to some party after Saturday afternoon poker, but fate, had other plans.
Started off as a full cash game.
I started off okay. Going up thirty or so. I even held out a long time without buying back. But luck would not have it go my way. Soon enough, I skydived right into fifty in the hole, then seventy.
At this point, I had a decision to make. Live with this sorry loss, and go out and party, or keep it going all night.
I think we all know where that was heading: one more buy back, being in for 100 big ones.
And the luck came back for a bit, I turned that thirty into sixty, from down 100, I was now down only 40.
That’s when we convinced the peeps that were leaving to play a tournament for twenty. Eight of us would go head to head for 120 smackers.
And lady fortuna, with her undiscriminating turning wheel would suddenly push me out of the water, and into the lucky stratosphere that I know and love. I got jacks three times and they never got cracked. I basically just owned it with the axiom that has started to define my style of play: sometimes its better to be lucky than good.
First there were four.
Then three.
Then I won it all, bitches!
Sean, someone who pays his bills with poker online gets second.
Bombus is third.
Then sean and john and I (with dave sometimes), played three way tournaments until six in the morning. John, in a string of terrible hands, lost every tourney first.
At one point, I called an all in that I should not have, only having twos, and busted hisbluffing ass. That was his type of night.
Poker, what have you done to me.
You have made me 175 dollars richer on the record.
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