Friday, October 11, 2002
Poker Phoenix: Rise from the ashes to defend the chips. |2:47 AM|
I just got back in from Poker night. The difference a better attitude and a little observation makes. Instead of walking away empty handed, I made 18.50 cents on top of the starting $20.
That's enough to purchase a pogo stick. Indeed, I wish to own and operate a pogo stick, and if I can get one for less than $20 I am all over it.
But Cecil, do you actually need any more crap in your house?
Look, I threw a bunch of stuff out. Really. I threw honest-to-goodness computer crap away. Leave me BE! I will POGO!
With the windfall of overtime, the $6 an hour job options appear to be fading. I wanted to get a second job, for both the money and as an obvious example of my questing for stability. But no, the Santa Claus of overtime visited and said "Hey little boy! Have you been a good worker this year?"
Me: "Yessir, I've been going to work early the last three whole days!"
SC: "Good enough!"
This all renders a second job moot, as any time I spend doing OT will earn me substantially more cash.
Oh, images from the "Pimps and Hos" party are available. I'm sifting through them, finding ones that feature myself or Vorpal. I'll post 'em here a little later.
Ah, here's a good one. Sabrina inspects Vorpal's wares as I cringe in terror.
SHOCKING!
Below this post is something that covers yesterday, so I changed the time of the post to about 20 minutes or so before I got home. Because I can do that. I can make myself ahead of schedule.
Eeesh! I just talked to Vorpal, and he reminded me about The Bluff at poker night.
We were playing a game of Texas hold 'em, and it had come down to Vorpal and I. We were on the second to last round (Called "the turn") and I had just made my flush. It was the nuts of the game, nothing else even CLOSE. The board was tattered enough that I knew no damned straight flush or 4 of a kind was going to bite me in the ass. I bet a bit higher than usual. Vorpal stayed along, and we reached the final round. Vorpal nonchalantly throws down a large handful of chips. It's several times the normal bets, and is a clear "Get the fuck out of my poker game, bitch" type bet. .
What should have tipped him off was how quickly I started counting out the appropriate amount of chips. I knew I had him, and I wanted to see how far I could take it. I stopped counting chips, instead pushing my entire stack into the center. All in. Vorpal followed suit, and I revealed my flush. Vorpal had thought I was full of shit, and trying to out-bluff me. His pair of 2's should have burst into flame.
I went all in at poker night and DIDN'T have to leave the table right after. I'm happy. Vorpal's motives for this turn of events is still unknown, even by Vorpal himself.
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