Last Saturday Jason and I took a day trip to Las Vegas (something that is probably too easy to do) for wedding planning – cake tastings and flower picking. Before that though, we made a stop to say goodbye to these guys: If you’ve not heard, the MGM Grand is closing down the lion exhibit. I always loved sitting in the poker room and being able to look up and catch a glimpse of a lion. I’ll miss that. Of course, now the poker room is dismantled too and instead…read more
Dude, I have been blogging for nearly 7 years. SEVEN. How crazy is that? These are the kind of things you realize when you’re updating your blog and getting WordPress back to a happy place. Spruced the place up a bit, with much love to David Stagg who is a master with a .psd. I’m particularly fond of the “Random Posts” feature down in the bottom right there. So far I’ve been treated to reminders of Chris actually winning a Stud H/L game and me experiencing road rage. Indeed one…read more
Darlin’ – it’s sweet how you are always so concerned about my poker play, really. But I guess you think I’m kidding when I say that I really don’t care about the money and sit in blogger games just to donate. A $25 NL game at 12:30 at night when I’ve already taken my dose of Tylenol Cold Nighttime (yum) is not a game I’m bringing my best to. When did we start taking each other’s play in those games seriously, anyway? Surely I’m not the only one who remembers…read more
I’ll give a buyin to next week’s Mookie to the first person who can correctly answer the following two musical questions. Why is this song on my iPod? – “Who Killed Tangerine” by Tears For Fears Why does this hearing these two songs always make me want to play poker? – “Let’s Get It Started” by The Black Eyed Peas & “Toxic” by Britney Spears I’ll take submissions until noon CT tomorrow, if there is no winner then, I’ll give hints and we’ll try again. _______________________________________________________________ Well that was quick….read more
The more I travel, the more I come to realize that right here is where I really belong. The sight of the first bluebonnets of the season is that much sweeter when you woke up in cold snowy Newark. I had a great time visiting Heather, seeing NYC [where I rode the subway several times, but thankfully never the F train, as it likely would have died on the middle of the track due to a loss of power], and spending two days in Atlantic City. I’ll maybe kinda sorta…read more
Last week was Scott’s wedding anniversary, and to celebrate, he coaxed his shy but kick-ass-tourney player wife out to Mookie’s with us. We made sure to leave plenty early, and thanks to the dry roads we were there with time to spare. Still, an hour in to the drive, Brooke looked around outside and said “Where the fuck are we? Jesus Christ…” to which Scott replied “Well honey, I told you I’d take you out of town for the weekend.” As Scott predicted, Brooke went on to win the tourney…read more
williamscottmcmillan: FROM AN UNNAMED SOURCE “the next time you talk/chat with april, do ask her about her prospective boyfriend from denver. the IT nerd who is about as funny as steve urkel. she’ll thank you for it.” thisisnotapril: LOL thisisnotapril: Dude, he doesn’t drink or gamble thisisnotapril: It ain’t happening williamscottmcmillan: sad sad sad. thisisnotapril: I have my standards thisisnotapril: HE GOES TO VEGAS FOR THE SHOWS williamscottmcmillan: sounds like a damn mormon thisisnotapril: You’d never let me date someone like that williamscottmcmillan: fucking loser williamscottmcmillan: he will die alone…read more
You know how you can eat at the same place literally every day for weeks, and be so sick of it at the end; yet months later you find yourself inexplicably craving it? No? Maybe it’s just me. P.S. While you’re here, tell Chris Happy Birthday.
It’s 11 am on a Saturday morning and I’m exhausted. I haven’t been to class in days, and skipped out of work early on Thursday to feed the poker jones. Last night I went to bed around 3am, having hit that point where I was tired, but had just enough of a second wind to keep me up for a bit. Yesterday was my 30th birthday and while I wouldn’t exactly qualify my birthday celebrations as partying like a rock star, while cleaning up the kitchen this morning it dawned…read more
Can we start a program whereby one of you comes over to my house, sits near me while I’m blogging (but not looking over my shoulder, cause I totally hate that) and physically keeps me from hitting the delete button, especially after I’ve spent hours on a post? Cause that would really be helpful.