coffee and ciggies to keep you awake
Why are women so cantankerous? Last weekend I was supposed to go to a friends surprise 50th birthday party up north. The main problem was a) somewhere to stay and b) spending money. Answer, my old girlfriend Judy.
The only problem was Judy and her need for constant reassurance and for continuous texting. I swear to god that if she isn’t texting she is smoking, and, if she isn’t smoking she is texting.
Anyway while I don’t do texting when you are doing something else it does seem pointless to text someone to say that you are on the train or in a bar having a drink. So unless it is of any significance I will not text to say I am on the toilet having a dump. That sort of information should not be sent by text. Judy however is not a sensible or rational person. If she sends you a text you must reply within 15 minutes or there is a problem. I tend to reply when I want too.
So I didn’t get to go to the birthday party and instead I ended up playing poker at a poker club on Saturday night. Saturdays are really for taking out the woman you chatted up the previous night. Playing poker should not be played on Saturday unless you didn’t pull on Friday or you are a compulsive gambler who likes to get drunk while losing money. Just like those religions which have special days off, same in poker. The poker gods said save thy money on a Saturday night and spend it onto umpteenth young ladies having fun.
Having found myself in the position of no woman, no cry type of scenario I decided to go and join in the tournament. I was late and had to wait for the donks to get knocked out before I was seated. Luckily Saturday night is donkfest night and I managed to get onto a table just before the tourney reached the cut off point.
In total there were 160 players and playing in cruise control I ended up 4th. Not bad for a guy who really didn’t try too hard to read the game. I must do this again.
When I left the club at around 5:30 am I just wanted to walk around for hours. It must have been the caffeine or it could have been the alcohol impairing my senses but I ended up doing a 2 hour walk for a laugh. It looks like I will break a habit of a lifetime if what I saw on Saturday is a true reflection of the standard poker skills at this particular club. If it is then happy days!