Sunday, February 08, 2009

High Hopes

I had high hopes for the winter this year. Season's pass for the first time ever, and some pretty fun friends I just recently made at the beginning of December. Up until now, the friendships and season's pass have under-preformed. I envisioned having sleepovers at friends' places and going skiing the next day, and that has yet to happen. I've only really skied with each friend once or twice, and I was really hoping to make the most of my season's pass, but schedules and lack of snow have kicked me in the junk.

That is all starting to turn around, with the simple and glorious fact that I am house-sitting for the next month and a half. And snow is coming. I've had friends over all weekend and had a blast. Friday night was Talent Show night for the school I am student teaching at, and the funniest skit had to be a couple of 2nd graders prancing around the stage to the following song. I only know the song from YouTube, and from the kid in the YouTube video:

I could barely contain myself in the audience, but managed through the song without completely losing it.

Sarah and I met Natalie back at my house on Friday night for some fun Wii action. Natalie talked shit about real life bowling, so she'll have to be dealt with in due time.

Saturday night was the big poker blogger gathering, which was amazing like usual. Eight runners ponied up the $10 buy-in to the first tournament, well that technically isn't true, only seven people actually paid, because I was due a bloggerment buy-in from the Doc. I had almost forgotten! We DO need to get another challenge going--with the condition that we're both losers unless we make a profit... so we'll have to make humiliating bets on this, instead of just monetary.

Shrike (PL), Matt, Josh, Cayne, Michelle, Doc, Zeem and myself were the 8 runners. After taking Shrike's stack on a very brutal hand early in the tournament, I bled chips and got bounced in either 7th or 6th. The hand I took Shrike's stack was brutal. It was the 3rd hand of the night, and the dealer flopped me a K-hi flush. Shrike flopped a 9-hi flush and Zeem had the Q-hi flush. I am about 80% certain the flushes were because the deck wasn't shuffled enough (new deck). Shrike had an inside straight-flush draw, and Josh revealed to the table that the 8c (which would have given Shrike the straight-flush) was in the burn pile... which led me to believe a weird shuffle. I was tempted to give Shrike some of his chips back due to the oddness of the hand, then I realized Zeem was able to fold his Q-hi flush, and the cards were dealt around the table, so there had to be some randomness to our hands (I don't think everyone at the table had clubs in their starting hands, or someone would have said something... unless they masterfully were plotting against the Canadian!!!).

Zeem was freaking ridiculous on the night. The fifth orbit, when the blinds were at 150-300, he tossed out three white chips for his big blind (25 each), we told him he needed black chips, not white ones, and without hesitation he called us all racists and preached the Obama doctrine. It was amazing. The Wife has some more of Zeem's quotes from the night on her blog.

Speaking of The Wife, she was hot hot hot last night. She has very nice boobs, and that isn't just the half-bottle of wine I've drank tonight talking. We got into a massage war, and we both won. At one point in our massage session, I was on top, and apparently hitting a good spot on her upper back due to the primal groans coming from her. She said something along the lines of certain spots just making her lose control. I knew what she was talking about, because I was not not not not not not not not not not not not not not not not not not getting wood at the time. I had no control over it.

Back to the poker. After being bounced out of both tournaments and getting massages in, I headed back to the table for a cash game around 1:30am. Now, I'll preface the cash game hijinx by saying I really, really suck at cash games, especially with bloggers. With bloggers, I have not left a cash game table with more money than I sat down with. I think every single one of you fuckers is Gus Hansen, and trying to bluff me. That said, I turned $10 into $70 with a couple of no-brainer hands. Flopped boat vs. QQ and flopped top two pair vs. Aces in crazy pineapple. Poker is easy when you have easy decisions and your opponents don't.

Tonight I had Eddie's crew over for some hot tubbing, and I roped the lovely Mary Ann into giving me a massage in the hot tub. In theory, this would have a happy ending, but I've got to say, that girl has no idea what the hell she is doing when it comes to massaging. She pawed at my back for two minutes then stopped. Boo. New goal for the rest of house-sitting is to turn MA into a world-class masseuse. I think she has potential, but I may need a hoodie, a bike, and some Mike Tyson's Punch Out music.

Tomorrow night, I shall try to conjure up a plan for world domination. Zoinks!

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Blogger DrChako said...

Friggin' hysterical! I was beginning to think I was the only one distracted by The Wife's hotness.

When is the next home game?!


7:20 AM  
Blogger The Wife said...

I'm at work laughing . . . I lost track of counting the "not's" in that post . . .

I am flattered . . . a good massage should always result in a little wood, or you're not doing it right. The sheer number of "not's" says I got skills.

Fortunately for me, as a woman, I am able to mask whatever reactions I have (short of primal groans) . . . I am therefore SPARED the need to use so many "Not's.

You are welcome to lay hands on me anytime.

10:31 AM  
Blogger BrainMc said...

Hey, I've got some Lake Tahoe questions. I tried to email, but I have an old one. Hit me up at BrainMc dot Poker over on the Gmail.

12:02 PM  
Blogger Shrike said...


Thanks again for the hospitality.


1:52 PM  
Blogger Zeem said...

Thanks for having us. Great times!

12:04 AM  

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