with pocket eights cos, well, i'm on percocet supplemented with the
occasional darvon (yes, i can so too spell 'percocet', so no more
emails, please; i am DRUGGED. be grateful that i PUNCTUATE). then,
when i should have seen that stupid-ass play through, i folded to a
re-raise, trying to minimise my (stupid) losses. i would've fucking
boated on the river (8) -- the re-raiser only had a set of queens.
gah. ack. pfft. bleah.
so i am currently being a stoned tourist outdoors, waiting for the
next game. at least this is apl, and it's not for actual money -- meg
may be able to stomach this, but i just cannot play for that much real
money; i've said before that she's got more balls than i. tonight is
her first apl game, and she's doing well. :-) well, she's still in
there, at least. we went to play with her new minimeg, whom i met
before meg left for vegas. i like her minimeg; she's a post-doc whom
meg is raising up in the way she should go so that when she is old she
should not depart from it. ;-)
UPDATE...meg out, thinks apl is a silly soc thing, minimeg doing ok,
we'll play the next tourney tho.
'codia still elegantly wasted, by-the-by. but i'll have to quit typing
'fore meg comes back from the loo and asks what i'm doing.
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