Pokin' fun…

I’m not a gambler. I live under the philosophy that if gambling was a win-win situation everyone would win, the house would lose, and thus it would be non-existent. I need instant gratification. If I walked into a casino and walked out a Marc Jacobs calf skin (sorry my PETA friends) tote or a pair of Manolo Blahnik Satin d’Orsay pumps richer… maybe we could talk. Until that day you are more than welcome to spend you afternoon tugging away at that lever, praying to the Vegas Gods that your three-of-a-kind shall align like the stars, sun and moon in the heavens allowing this triumph over the odds and I will be at South Coast Plaza, getting my money’s worth… (depending upon how you look at it…)

But alas, we are having a last-minute poker party at my house Saturday night. I enjoy having people over. Actually I LOVE having people over… but for poker? LJ and a friend of hers, Hair-Guy, are all stoked about it.

We tried the same thing for New Years Eve. Since anything I am thinking appears immediately across my face like some ticker tape scrolling through Time’s Square and I bluff as subtly as a rhinoceros doing ballet... I was in charge of the chips/cash. That lasted until too many drinks were had, boredom of watching others play sunk in… and then rumors about me making out with one of the losers (in the game – not life)… abounded.

As I live under a strict philosophy “It didn’t happen if I can’t remember it”… that last portion would be highly exaggerated rumors spread by… well it doesn’t really matter… it didn’t happen…

So we shall see how this weekend shall go. Hopefully enough people suck at the game, that I’ll have people to chat the evening away with… or whatever… *wink*