Pick a Wennier

Attendance has been suffering on Thursday nights at The Monkey Casino, only eight guys showed up to play. I brought a bottle of nice Rosewood Cab Merlot and enjoyed sitting there not playing, my hands truly trash. I literally played seven hands the entire game, and I came in third. Of course third, didn’t pay a cent. There we are, the last three players. Dahmer, 1000aire, and I, Shooting the shit, drinking Wine, Smokin, when I look over at 1000aire as he deals his button, shuffling the cards, talking, when I see him reached up and picked his nose….”EW” I yelped, before he laid his booger fingers on the cards again. “Don’t you dare touch the cards again till you go wash your hands.” He had no clue what I was bitching about until my squeal got the attention of Dahmer, who heard my argument and protested the deal along with me. 1000aire washed his hands and returned with venges, he was mad that I outted him and his nose picking ways. The next hand I was out with my first pocket pair all night, Fours. Then Dahmer and 1000aire battled for first and end up splitting it. I begged for ten buck to third place, It worked on Dahmer, but 1000aire’s wallet squeaks, he didn’t put out.
I was the only female at last night, I’m no stranger to the attention, but the Men were laying it on pretty thick. I got compliments on my hair, I got compliments about my taste in Wine, I got compliments on my old sweater that I’ve worn there fifty time. I didn’t get any compliments about my game because I lost twenty bucks at the cash table rather quickly.
I am joining a tournament tomorrow at 3 p.m. Different crowd, a husband of a friend type thing. I’m sure it will be interesting, and I’ll try to remember if anything interesting happens.