$20 on the way to the buffet....

A few of the peeps at work like to get together and play poker occasionally (approx. once every 2.694637 to 3.648912 weeks). I'm generally not one to gamble, but I decide I could really use the social contact (it was either that or go home and resume trying to convince my wall that it's the opposable thumbs that make me superior to it). So my adventure begins.

I end up being 25 minutes early, so instead of stopping I just drive around presumably house hunting. The truth of the matter is I'm trying to avoid sitting with this guy and his wife in that awkward "we don't know each other really, but lets act like we're not social retards" environment. I screw around for a little bit, then show back up at 7 on the dot. Unfortunately our host spots me so I can't pull away. So I park the truck, and head inside only to find out that while I'm on time, everyone else is going to be an hour or so late. Just my luck.

Eventually everyone shows and we start to play some poker. Now I'm really nervous, I've never played for money before (if you can call $10 money) and my luck is so bad that when I go to casinos, I generally just throw $20 at the change girl (if she's cute and not make I might actually hand it to her politely) and head to the buffet. At the end of the night I was mostly happy, I walked away with $1 more than I started, didn't socially isolate myself, had a few laughs to boot. Mission success!

Now if I could just figure out what happened during those 3 hours I blacked out and why my butt hurts.......