You might have noticed that I tend to avoid the pointless RL posts with no point and too much redundancy. But I'm still drunk. That's what happens when you're skinny, don't drink much, and therefore have no tolerance.
At two drinks I was doing decently at poker (by my standards). $10 buy in and I was at $12 or more. In contrast my dad had run out, my brother had bought in again, and my other brother the same. Two friends were making out like bandits. Then I started on the third drink and my funds went almost straight down. The friends ended up splitting something like $60 between the two of them and both my brothers were bought in twice with one totally empty. I ended at $2.70, took $2.50 since there were quarters, and decided it had been a decent night.
I shouldn't have had the third. Or maybe it was the lack of lime. Corona really isn't that good, but the lime makes it better.
My day started with painting and smoke alarms going off next to my ear while I was installing them. My oldest brother yelled a lot. The other yelled a lot when he lost all his money. He doesn't seem to understand that poker is a mixture of luck and not choosing to lose your money.
Obama's socialist government is stealing an hour from us for 'conservation'. True story.
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