Madness

I made the reckless decision to play midnight cash game at “The Monkey Casino”. The monkeys were in a hype for March Madness. Endless conversations regarding online betting passwords and high toned why’s, if’s and when’s. I enjoy seeing the guys so passionate about something.
Sports center blared over the radio and chatter, each of them pleading their case to me in order to gain my support, all the while reminding them over and over I don’t have time to watch college basket ball, although “I think number 12 cute. B-ball white boys are hot”, that’s about the time I lose them.

Luck hasn’t really changed. I walk away with a whole seven fifty in the green, no change in the pot so round down to an even seven bux. Hardly worth the three hours had I spent there, or the lack of sleep plaguing work day now, but it has never been the money that brings me back. The camaraderie of my somewhat peers is good for me, it keeps me balanced and open minded to the obvious differences between men and women. I don’t need winning hands to know, I’m a very blessed and lucky girl to have so many such good friends.