Tuesday, December 02, 2008


So last night I was playing poker with Barry Greenstein and Dewey Tomko. Dewey pushed all-in, as did Barry. They hadn't noticed that I was still in the hand, and revealed pocket queens and pocket kings, respectively. I pointed out that I still hadn't acted, so the action held up while I made my decision.

I looked down and found something better than pocket aces: a full house. That's right, I had seven down cards, including three aces and two queens. Now, I'm not sure exactly why I got seven cards to choose from while they only got two each, but maybe that's the slight advantage they were spotting me to compensate for being more experienced players. Seems fair to me! My full house held up.

Here's the other weird thing about the game: it wasn't traditional table stakes. All-in meant whatever you had in front of you, whether or not it matched what another player had. The implication of that was that even though I was only playing a couple of hundred bucks, I won the thousands that Dewey and Barry each had! Again, I can only assume that this was part of the deal we made. We low-stakes grinders have to be given some edge against the big boys, you know!

I bet you didn't know this: Barry Greenstein uses a Mexican bank, and instead of cash he plays with these strange Mexican bank draft things. They're festooned with red and green, as on the Mexican flag. (That's right, I dream in color, all claims about how humans dream only in black and white notwithstanding.) The problem with this is that I had to sign each one in order to be able to deposit it in my bank. They were all in $100 denominations, and there were hundreds of them I had to deal with! This was all happening while I was trying to throw a dinner party for everybody I knew. Some of the guests were complaining that I was being a terrible host, neglecting them while I tried to get all of those damn Mexican checks signed for deposit.

The end.

I think I might need to have my psych medications adjusted again.


Snuffy said...

Whoa, odd.

Anonymous said...

Weird. I had the exact same dream.

Grange95 said...

Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder ... while the head goes wacko.

genomeboy said...

see this link http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/02/health/02real.html?ref=health

Gargamello said...

If you just rob a bank you won't have to worry about signing any checks. Wear a motorcycle helmet and be in and out in a minute or so, like the guys who robbed the LV Hilton sportsbook in September of $500k. Still not caught, those guys.