That last picture?
Was actually about my poker game tonight over t' Adam's house. Tonight could not have sucked more if it were the Great Sucking Holiday "Sucksmas" from Suckyland.
I bet when I shoulda folded, folded when I shoulda bet. Even when I was the dealer - which came really, really early in the evening - I flipped over cards, misdealt, and generally irritated the regular poker players (see Wikipedia entry under "Crack Whores").
Grrrr. I know this is probably not worth blogging about, but if you play enough, it almost becomes a self-esteem thing. And, I'm usually pretty good, as I'm a bald-faced liar. However, tonight I couldn't have even sold my best lie to my mother. (Which is, of course, "No, Mom, I'm not drunk!")
And, this post sucks, too. NO, no, it does. Stop it. I don't want your pity. I'm going to bed before anything cataclysmic happens.
3 comments:
Tell ya what: You and I will play poker next I see you on the kiddie table in the corner. We'll take the short bus over to the game. It'll be fun. We can drool and everything.
Cuz I? I SUCK at poker. You are WAY better than me, and frankly, you guys intimidate the HELL out of me when I've played with you....
Um, dude? I still need a cheat sheet when I play poker, because I can't remember what beats what. So you're way ahead of me!
Aw honey, don't feel so bad -- at least your husband won! (Heh-heh.)
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