Last Odd of the Year

Thursday blew... My hands were just unplayable, nothing coming my way and once again Lawyer Dave had my number. I don't know why I still haven't learned not to play any hands against him. He abruptly asked me how many times a day do I catch men staring at my tits, the answer to that question is easy, "I'm not sure how long they are going to look this good so everyone better get their peeks in now." There was a serious round table discussion about relationships, stemming from Lawyer Dave's split up. Which explains why he was practically humping my leg and was able to stay till four in the AM. I stole one pot all toury long with Poket twos and came in nineth. I lost forty bucks in the cash game and jumped ship. Too much drinky drinky.

Sunday started at fiveish, the house was a mess, so Thousandaire and I started to straighten up. Its the least we can do considering we are there every week, at least twice a week. Bottles and cans in the blue bin, and everything else were much like my cards...Trash! And it wasn't even that I was getting that much trash, it was that I was getting sucked out on. No fucken respect when I go all in. Me.. Pocket Queens, Mi boy all in with King Ace for twenty Dahmer calls his twenty, I raise thirty-seven more chip, on top of the twenty for an all in. Dahmer shows no respect and calls my bet with pocket fucken sixes, The king came on the board and Mi boy would have own the hand if Dahmer folded, because that Mother fucker tripped up on the river. Much like the way the rest of the night went, I'd play hard for my chips, picking my ten here, fifteen there, just for Dahmer to suck each and everyone in three different hands on the river. Maybe its the odd month thing, I was hoping since it was my birthday month the whole "odd months bad luck " thing wouldn't be in effective, but guess not. Sixty bones later, I bailed.