This face pretty much sums up Sunday in a picture. It started out like a normal Sunday with me getting up slightly earlier than I had planned. I put a load of laundry in while I checked email, surfed the internet and I think I may have played some poker. Went back to the bedroom to get some, took a quick shower and then headed to North Y for pump at 12:30 pm and step at 1:30 pm. Got home a little before 3:00 pm and did another load of laundry. More web surfing (you can see a pattern here; I know, I’m a nerd, I admit it). Woke Brian up for a shower. Took a shower, called in our order to Cinnamon’s Deli, got dressed, picked up our food, went over to Jason’s, scarfed our food and hung out until it was time to go to poker.

Poker was a $10 buy in at Misty’s friend’s house. This is the reason why she wanted to learn how to play, remember? I managed to weasel an invite and we ended up bringing almost the entire posse. Dill and Becca were already at Jason’s when we got there so the five of us piled into Jason’s Durango and carpooled to the poker game.

All five of us in a confined space would be torture to some but to me it’s sheer entertainment. Jason, Dill and Becca say the funniest things. Anyway, we all went thinking we would kick some poker ass but we soon realized that we weren’t playing with newbies.

Cut to the final table. The poker posse was well-represented with Brian, Jason and I still alive with healthy chip stacks. For the first time in the history of my playing poker with Jason, I took him out. We went head to head on a hand. He went all in which put me almost all in, too. All I would have left would be one chip for one thousand. I think he was counting on me wussing out as I normally do but I didn’t this time. I called him and won. That’s a milestone right there! Usually when Jason and I go head to head, I’m the one who gets knocked out. He said later that he lost on purpose because he needed to use the phone. Whatever. A victory is a victory to me.

I’m not sure if it was before or after that that I took this guy out. It was the most beautiful win ever. I had 6d 7d. This was by no means crazy monkey poker. I think the blind were at either two and four thousand or three and six thousand. I was one of the blinds but I don’t remember if I was big or small. Anyway, the most important thing is that no one raised pre-flop. Flop was Qd 4d 5. The guy to my right goes all in with his Q. I knew exactly that he flopped the top pair but it was only $3500 more to call so I did. He was low stack and that really was the only logical move that he could make. He wanted to push the flush draw out of the hand. What he failed to consider that the person with the flush draw also happened to have an open-ended straight draw and had a pretty hefty stack to book. Calling wouldn’t really damage me so I didn’t even have to think about it. The turn was nothing that helped either one of us and then my three came on the river. I think it was a 3h so I won with a seven-high straight. It was beautiful!

Further more I had the pleasure of taking Brian out that same session also. I forget what hand I won with but Brian ended up only taking fourth place because of me. I guess I could’ve played it smart and let him win that hand by just mucking my cards. That way he could stick around, hope that one of the other two players would get knocked out and then tag team the third person to take first and second for all the prize money but that would be cheating and I don’t play that way. That would’ve been the smart way to go, though, considering my heads up game is pretty shitty.

After taking Brian out, I took out the other guy who lost to me each time we went head to head. He would try to buy the pot but he would bet too cheap and I would call him each time. Each and every time we’d both have nothing but I’d win with higher cards. It was pretty funny but I don’t think he liked that too much. He was probably glad when he finally got knocked out so he wouldn’t have to deal with me anymore. LOL.

Finally it was heads up: just me and Erica. I had a three-to-one chip lead starting out. She ended up taking most of my stack on a Q 7 all in which I called with A J which is a good call on my part. I was in the lead pre-flop but she got lucky and hit a Q. Then I systematically took back my chips just by buying the blinds until we were pretty even. We exchanged blinds back and forth until finally I got bored and made a stupid call. Now this was crazy monkey poker. Anyway, she won that showdown and I ended up with only four thousand in chips left. I was all in blind. She wasn’t going to call but they talked her into it. I forget what my cards were but they weren’t too bad for a blind hand. Not good enough, though.. Erica ended up taking first place. I still lost, despite my three-to-one chip lead. That’s how shitty my heads up game is, in case you didn’t believe me earlier.

The five of us were going to go bowling after poker but it was already 10:00 pm by the time we were done because the losers started a $5 game when enough people got knocked out of the main event. We all had to work the next day (except for Brian, of course) so we nixed the bowling idea in favor of going to eat at Wildfire Diner. They must’ve known that we were trouble when we walked in because the put us in this corner booth that looks like an alcove because it’s hidden behind a wall. I guess they did it so we wouldn’t scare the other patrons away. There were maybe two other people in the whole diner so they really couldn’t afford to lose any patrons.

Anyway, we were acting pretty crazy as you can see from the pictures in the Flickr album. So crazy in fact that I think we drove our first waitress to commit suicide. Our second waitress openly admitted that she thought we were all drunk. The sad part is we were all stone cold sober. And you know that Brian is always sober because he can’t drink anyway (allergic to alcohol).

I think Jason might be getting tired of our lewd, outrageous behavior. I don’t really do anything to contribute, I just take pictures. Mostly it’s Dill doing crazy things with his food. I find it totally amusing, though. Perhaps because I always have to be so proper so it’s refreshing to be around senseless acts of weirdness. I think Jason just feels embarrassed by it sometimes. He doesn’t want to be the part of the freaky group that other people stare at. But I think that’s because he thinks it might get in the way of his trying hit on the waitress. He has this thing about hitting on waitresses everywhere we go. I think it’s hilarious.

Anyway, when we got home I was able to coax Brian into round two so I got laid twice that day. I had a good workout (in more ways than one – lol), didn’t do any school work, won $40 (really only $20 if you count our $20 investment) at poker, had a good time being sober and crazy with the buddies, got laid twice (once in the afternoon and then again that night) so altogether it was a great Sunday!