Tuesday, October 26, 2004

 

No matter how many times a guy can win, it won't matter as long as he loses anything at all, but I won that night. I bluffed a couple of hands, and even owned up to a pair of threes that fooled the whole table into believing I had me a flush. The Gooch was not happy about that one.








"shit," she says," I had me a pair of eights and you got threes?!?!"

Each hand had something to brag about, and mostly I was trying to keep a poker face when the best hands came around. Four kings, three Queens, a flush, a straight flush, and twenty one. Bags left early, probably a good thing or he would'a lost his cash too.

By two a.m. we still had a few people to play three or four more games, and the whiskey bottle came to the table. We poured a few, slurred our way through a game of Whorehound and Blackjack, got drunker.

By morning, I was hungover but happy with an extra few dollars to speak of...

posted by Hog 8:59 AM