
Last night we played poker at Eric's. We shall never be returning to his Tel Aviv pad, though. Which is a shame, mostly because of the opportunities to peek at the people showering in the neighboring building. Anyway, present were Eric, Yossi, Jonah (in body, if not in mind), Raf, Nik, and Nik's brother, Greg.
We ate big bits of chicken and chips. Nik ate lovely homemade veggie burgers. They really were a treat. There was plenty of nosh and drinks, though the Schweppes sparkeling fruit drink smells of vomit.
Jonah was the evening's big loser. He lost all his stake remarkable quickly, was persuaded to buy in some more, lost that too, bought in some more, and lost that too. All in all, he was a massive 123 shekels down, dropping two places in the overall leader board. He mumbled something about not being focused before scarpering off home early. Eric was the night's big winner - that's two weeks in a row. However, he's still over 200 shekels down since records have been kept. Nik picked up over 80 shekels too, playing some quite sublime poker on the way. Well done Nik.
The evening was quite quiet and we played lots and lots of hands. There was an efficient, workman's-like atmosphere. Lots of money went back and forth between the players (though in Jonah's case it was almost exclusively "forth").
Rafi broke his plastic fork on his chicken. He always does that.




