Table Tango

It’s just around the corner, hanging over my head, ready to rip freedom from my grasp one more time.  Tomorrow at this time, I’ll be spinning out the tickets, sliding chips across the green felt, and convincing myself that I can do this for awhile longer.  Forget the wine…give me whiskey!  Gallons of it!  OK…OK!  I’m just kidding.  Of course I can deal - and like it.  Of all of the jobs I’ve ever held, it’s the one I like the best…and the only one I can envision myself doing on a daily basis.  But damn it!  It’s tough to think about going back to having to be somewhere - at a certain time - for a specified amount of time - five days a week. 

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I have never had to struggle to figure out the merit and value of one that I would class as a friend.  I know who they are.  I’ve never had to state, “He/she’s my best friend!”  I don’t have BEST friends.  I have friends that mean a lot to me, and each is special in their own way.  And in the long run of it, what does ‘best’ mean?  The best man at a wedding…what is he best at?  If he’s the best, why is your wife marrying you?  Ok…let’s don’t go there.  (more…)

I suppose this shouldn’t be funny, but in a sick, perverted way, it really is funny. I recently filed a claim with Cingular because a phone I carried insurance on bit the bottom of the lake. While chatting with Ken P. yesterday, I reported to him that I had a ‘destroyed phone’ to turn in to the insurance company. He replied that it must be the next post. Nope, nothing unusual to relate. But today, that all changed. (more…)

IMHO, the only way to play poker is when one is drinking.  Of course I’m not a pro, Dimwitz.  If I was, you’d be reading me while I bragged about my great plays and great lay downs.  I can’t remember too many of either right at this moment.  I do know that whiling away the hours playing on PartyPoker and PokerStars, is much easier to fade while I’m sucking down a few delightful glasses of Chillable Red…my fave.  And if I was a pro, I wouldn’t get J-J beat by 9-10 when a 10 hit the flop and a 10 hit the River, even after I punished him with all my chips for his draw…and a few other digusting bullshit things that always happen when I’m in a tournament.  That damn Card Fairy!

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How I got to Sandpoint is a completely different story.  And that is something that always brings a query to my thoughts when I see someone someplace that I can’t quite figure them in.  What brought them there?  On how I got to Sandpoint, that’s a story for another day.  On the bar stories at the Edgewater:  (more…)

This could be long or short - I’m just winging it.  It’s kind of a mood thing.  If I start writing, brain rambling, it could be lengthy as hell…

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I’m a day behind with writing, mainly because I can’t drive and type at the same time.  On that note, I missed a million great pictures because I can’t drive and take pictures at the same time…welll…I took a few.  *cheater* (more…)