Last night we all played poker at Adrian's place. We played on his balcony. The weather was perfect. We ate hot dogs in hot dog buns, with onion rings and latkes. There wasn't enough fizzy pop. We didn't listen to any of Adrian's two or three CDs (thankfully, because I think we've all had enough of Frank Sinatra by now).
Adrian was the big winner, and Eric the big loser, though Jonah did quite well too. The graph is becoming interesting. There are three distinct groups developing. Adrian, Gary and Rafi and all very much up, while Eric, Nik and Jona are all very much down. Jonah and Yossi are bumping along the zero line. Does this mean that some people are actually better at poker than other people? Or must we remember that a couple of good or bad weeks can change things quite drastically?
Jona's 85 year old grandmother featured quite heavily in yesterday evening's banter. I'm not quite sure what Jona did to deserve that, but it was all very amusing.
Equally amusing was yet another hi-lo cock up, and Adrian's betting heavily on a three of a kind (or full house?) that he quite patently didn't have. Oh, and Jona's failing to see the straight that he quite patently did have.
Gary would like you all to know that next week we are at Jonah's.
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There was also a distinct lack of green doritos; a fact frighteningly brought home when Eric nearly snapped Rafi's arm when he reached for the bag Eric was devouring. Some said they heard growling.
and a distinct lack of fanta. Do we really want to be responsible for Paul losing his job?
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