8. I know those of you high rollers are laughing at my mere $35. HOWEVER, for someone who hasn’t played in a real poker game in almost 3 years, I was super pumped. I give credit to my sunglasses, hoodie and Jeff.
Last night was the first of a monthly poker night that Jon and I are planning. I learned to play in college when Jeff taught me (and then forced me to play every night… and by forced I clearly mean invited, an invitation that I was obviously never able to refuse). In fact, I remember sitting many places playing imaginary poker with him, only fine tuning both my skill and my addiction (although he might argue the first). I’ve missed it since then, and didn’t play much after we broke up.
Well, that’s all about to change. I rate it an 8 because obviously it feels good to win, and I like money. However I’m pretty positive that winning the very first poker night is not a good thing because it will only encourage me to return where I will inevitably lose more than $35.
Below is what my stack looked like… Well, not quite because I actually insisted on keeping it in a big pile the whole time for good luck. Until they started to fall off the table…