Benched
With all this poker playing lately, I've done nothing for school! I have 3 projects, 2 labs and other assignments due within a week, which I haven't started. I'm f*ked! I think it's a good idea to bench myself for the next two weeks ... especially since I've got rent paid .. he he!!!
If You Don't Know ... Now You Know
A-A - Bullets A-K - Big Slick A-J - Ajax K-K - Cowboys K-Q – Marriage K-J - Kojak K-9 - Canine Q-Q - Dames, divas, ladies Q-J – Maverick, Oedipus Rex J-J - Jokers J-9 - T.J. Cloutier. J-5 - Jackson Five, Motown 10-2 - Doyle Brunson. (He won two World Series of Poker titles with this hand.) 8-8 - Snowmen, Octopuses 7-7 - Hockey Sticks, walking Sticks 7-2 – The Hammer 5-5 - Nickels, presto, speed limit 4-4 - Sailboats 3-3 - Crabs 2-2 - Ducks
Grinding It Out
I've been sharing my winning stories of my online poker games with my manager at the OP. He's big on poker and feels that online poker is very lame. He feels that it's not "real" poker. Real or not, I win money and that's the bottom line. As a challenge, he invited me to several games at his buddy's house but I turn down the invite every time. Last night however, I decided to join them just so that he would stop bugging me. I played my usual game, nothing fancy. "I can't lose what I don't put in!" replayed in my head. Thank you Matt Damon. But then, I unleashed the wrath. The first hand I played, I had rags. I bet big and no one was willing to call ... interesting! I let the other 4 players kick each other out while raking in the occassional pot. It came down to the host of the game and myself. He went all in on king high flush ... BUT ... I had the Ace high flush. Game one, I took down! Thank you ... another? The next game was in my pocket ... I had great cards all night ... I was unstoppable. I kicked out 3 players with jokers on two different hands. I was amazed myself. Game two ... I took down! Considering that I had a real slow night at the OP and made only $40 on tips, I came home with $100+ and made just enough to pay rent. My personal opinion ... there's nothing wrong with grinding it out for rent money ... right Knish??
Turkey Day Recap
Choke and I hosted this years Thanksgiving feast. I had the pleasure of cooking the bird along with other traditional side dishes (mash potaters, yam w/ marshmellows, stuffing) ... Choke created a delicious broccoli casarole (yummm) along with homemade clam dip as an app and cornbread ... Brown busted out a traditional Filipino dish, Lumpia (tasted just as I remembered growing up) ... and Darwar brought over a bean dip. During the day, we feared there wasn't enough food for the 6 of us ... meanwhile our fridge is just as stuffed as I was after we ate. The food turned out great! There was plenty to go around and everything tasted manifique. Overall, another Thanksgiving day success! Till next year ...
The Past 4 Days ...
have been a roller coster. My diet as went right out the window ... Cinnabon was my downfall. Shortly that evening ... popcorn ... and the next day ... rice!!! Carbs ... I love you! I'll be the first to admit it ... its a tough diet and you have to be pretty strict. I am weak. There's no doubt about it. So back to eating carbs ... fat jiggles!!!When I got home last night, my neighbor was outside having a smoke. He mentioned that he was playing hold'em online and that he won over $300 the other night. I stopped in to check it out ... and it was all over. I took a big ass bite once I saw how much money could be won. I went directly upstairs and signed up. Pokerroom.com ... my new home away from home. Since I first signed on (which was yesterday), I've clocked in over 16+ hours. To get an idea ... I was playing till 5am yesterday morning. I'm actually in a game right now. Its pretty gross how addicting it is ... goes without saying! I didn't do so hot my first game ... $5 buy in ... tournament w/ $1500 stacks ... 120+ players ... finished @ 72. Then my second game ... another $5 buy in ... same tournament ... 336 players ... finished 15 and won $16. Since then ... there have been lots of ups and downs ... and some really bad beats. But I just got 1st in a 3 table tournament ... $5 buy and won $40. Can't you feel the addiction as I write! Back to more poker ... I'll keep you posted on my earnings!!!
From Russia ... with Love!!!
Introducing ... Ghetto Gormet
A new addition to the blog roll ... ST@TIK. Pretty sure he's still working on his template but check it out as it developes ... The Ghetto Gormet! The blogger nation is growing to an incredible size ... similarly, so is my waist!
Diet This
It has been decided ... to diet! Why? Here it is ... I'm fat! No ... let me rephrase, I'm getting fat (can you say denial). It will be tough. There's no doubt about it. I'm swimming against the current with this one. We all know what happens with our weight around this time of the year ... a known trend ... up! The holidays are coming and there's one thing we love to do ... eat ... till we sleep. I'm not afraid to say it ... I love to eat! But that might be the problem. Actually, the real problem is that I love rice and bread and bread ... did I mention rice! I really love rice ... white fluffy rice! Damm you Atkins ... make me some carb free rice. Its been since Monday that I've eaten any food that contained a high carb count. But I gotta tell ya, I'm definitely itching for something that is full of carbs. The other day we were in Safeway to pick up a few necessities and discovered that there were only a handful of products we can purchase while on this diet. They were ... water, meat, eggs, and cheese. What a variety?! I'll have the meat ... with some cheese ... might as well drop an egg on there! And this is suppose to help me loose weight?! Anyway, something I never do, I checked the nutritional value chart on some of the products we usually buy. I found that carbs are everywhere ... you can't hide. Its a government conspiricy .. they want Americans to be fat! Show everyone else that we can't be pushed around. But seriously, I couldn't believe it. Not only were they high but they're EVERYWHERE! Like I said ... its gonna be tough.
So, the next time you go shopping, just for fun count your carbs. See exactly how fat you're getting. Come on admit it .. you're getting fat ... they're everywhere remember! But, if you've found a way to continue to eat mad carbs and loose weight ... show me the money!
Pen Trick Nation
During most classes, I look over at other students wondering if they're paying attention to the lecture or if they're just as distracted as I am. Usually there's a solid 10 - 12 students doing something else other than concentrating on lecture. What are they doing?? Doodling, reading the newspaper, rushing through homework that's due in an hour, listening to music (on their iPod of course), talking with a peer, AND of course ... practicing pen tricks. Years ago, I thought it was cool enough that you can spin a pen around your thumb using just your index and middle finger as a guide. During this semester, I noticed that the pen trickster nation has evolved new and cooler pen tricks ... I must be old school! They've somehow managed to spin the pen veritcally over their thumb and transittion into other maneuvers. They can twirl the pen down to their pinky finger and back up to the thumb and continue the thumb rotation. Yeah ... I couldn't believe it either! I need to get back to training. These kids are jedi masters ... I'm the apprentice. So lately, practicing pen tricks has been top priority. Although it becomes very discouraging when you drop the pen, its important to be focused and feel the force run through you. Sitting next to a the hottest chick in class helps too ... but don't ask her to pick up your pen too many times ... or she may decide not to bend over when it really counts! Ahhh, what does she know ... she's only 18! I am old!
Hoisin Sauce WARNING
Do NOT have the Hoisin Sauce at the OP! It never occurred to me to use my hand to scrape the Hoisin sauce out of the container into a serving dish. You should of seen my expression. I turned to reach for a spoon ... and there she was using her hand! UNREAL!! Funny thing ... I was trained to use 2 spoons in my right hand to roll Moo-Shu and was told, the spoons are used so that the customers don't get grossed out by our dirty hands. OK ... but apparently dirty hands are fine for the sauce! Maybe next time I'll use my penis! Like I said ... don't have the Hoisin sauce. Bung!
Brute Force
Last night was the first night I served my own tables at the OP. Overall, it was a cinch! Its been years since I've worked in the service industry (5 years working for my Dad btw 3 of the 5 restaurants he owned; and another 4 years at the Three Village Inn in Stony Brook, NY ... represent!), but it all came back to me as soon as I served my first table. What I did forget was how brute some asian woMEN can be. Don't get me wrong ... most asian women I know present themselves in the "normal" femanine manner. But the asian women I work with ... a totally different story. They walk like a man; they talk like a man (I'm not referring to the tone of their voice but more so how stern they speak ... to anyone, about anything); they carry food and tables like a man. Maybe they are men! No really ... I was afraid. I pictured one of these women on top of me ... nevermind ... I'm sure you get the picture. Forget Texas ... don't mess with asian women that work in Chinese restaurants!
Impulsive Shopping
"Should I?" "Do I really need them?" "They look good!" "Will they be comfortable?" "They're only $40 bucks!""I'll just try them on!" SOLD! During my 3 short hours of freedom this morning, I went to Marshall's to purchase a button-down shirt and pants for work. I got the shirt and pants ... both under $15. Then I made the mistake of strolling in the shoe department. What did I find?? Black Steve Madden shoes for only $39.99. First thought ... where's the mis-stitch? You know somethings wrong with them ... or they wouldn't be at Marshalls. Immediately after the inspection, I debated the purchase for a solid 30 minutes. It was all over as soon as I put them on. They were comfortable, black (multi-use) and fashionable ... a perfect fit! But did I really need them??? Of course not ... but don't I look good!!!
A 1/2 Day Breather
Whew! Life's been hectic .. just started serving at the Orchid Pavillion, got through 2 mid-terms, and quit my other 2 jobs. What's next ... working throughout the weekend and somewhere btw finish my fleet-management project. I get 1/2 of today to relax and collect my thoughts ... country fried steak, here I come!!!
YTD
Would be nice if my investments followed the same trend! Wait ... what investments???
Code No Mo'
I've spent a total of 6 hours (3 last evening and 3 today) reformating my-oh-so-wonderful blog. I've given you so much love blog ... I must leave you for now!
5 Things I Realized This Week ...
- I stare often ... mostly at bootie!
- I like to eat late night ... right before I go to bed. Who's fat?
- I still do my homework the night before its due ... some things don't change.
- I like a girl in my construction class and I don't know anything about her ... which is probably why I like her!!! Doh.
- The Jets are not going to the Superbowl.
Dwg of the Week
I'm an artist!
The Gauntlet
Most refer the drive on CR-93 from SOBO (South Boulder) to Golden as "The Gauntlet." During the day, the drive is quite scenic. The road winds through giant hills adjacent to the rolling foothills of the Rockies and ends at the Coors Brewing Facility (bonus!). However, during the evenings ... the drive can be chilling. No street lights to guide your drive and most sections are only 2 lanes ... one heading north and the other south. I've driven the road many of times during the day and night. To this day, nervousness sets in everytime I drive the spooky road at night. Enter Halloween weekend 2005. On the evening of Oct 29th, we left SOBO for a costume party in Lakewood, CO hosted by the one and only Ben Porter. Passengers of my vehicle include Brown, Uni, and Choke, which meant a minute on the road ... spark the dank. It was unanimous. The anticipation caused much anxiety ... enter foutie-deuce! Obviously, there was no rational in my decision making as I agreed to the session while driving the dark haunted Gauntlet at night. A few minutes later and 3/4 finished, I was in poor shape. Eyes blingin' red, heart beating faster than a Lenny-D track, and picturing the disaster of a big ol' cow jumping in front of my vehicle. Paranoia set in ... my brain was humming. We were about a mile north of Golden and all I wanted to do was get there. Then my life flashed before my eyes ... sobriety check ... guilty!!!
I couldn't believe my eyes. I was about to have heart-failure. What would I say? Don't say anything stupid? Worrying about what would I have said was the least of my worries. My eyes were glowing lava red ... visine please. I'm going to jail! There wasn't much I could do other than roll at a slow 5 mph towards the check point. I will admit that for a quick second, I thought about turning around ... but then ... auto-guilty. I'm sure they were prepared for cars that turned around suddenly from the check point ... one of the 30 cops would of caught me. There was no where to go but straight to certain jail time. As I rolled into the check point, day time set in. The lights were overwhelming ... more than likely because I was wrecked. The check point was set up so that 5 vehicles could be checked at one time. I was set up as #3 in the chain. I rolled my window down, "Hello officer!" Instantly, I wondered did he notice the shakiness in my voice. It began! Then I thought of my costume and was about to burst out in laughter. What was my costume? Of all things ... a candy-raver (I know ... its a costume party ... ha-ha!). Pacifier around the neck, candy necklace, glow-stick, Mind, Body & Soul staff pass ... everything but xtc written on my forehead. "So, you guys are on your way, huh?" says the officer. We respond, "Yes." No BS there! The officer proceeds to tell us how drinking is good and driving is good but the two don't mix. Thanks for the info buddy ... that was made abundently clear as I approached the little patch of daytime on this damm road. He continues to make small talk for a minute of two then I heard it, "Have a good evening and be careful!" "Will do ... I'm out!" I released my trembling foot from the break pad and glanced to the right as a fellow driver was walking the line ... sorry bud ... better you than me! I passed the last cop and we were off. The moment we passed the check point, silence left the car and we all exploded into a cheer of relief. A truly surreal moment! We passed!! We were going to make it to the party. We were going to be drinking ... soon!! And no awkward explanations of why we didn't make it to the party. Hallelujah! Thankfully, my heart eventually slowed down to a normal pace and my hands stopped shaking. Lesson learned ... no deucing in the Gauntlet ... ever!
I've been sharing my winning stories of my online poker games with my manager at the OP. He's big on poker and feels that online poker is very lame. He feels that it's not "real" poker. Real or not, I win money and that's the bottom line. As a challenge, he invited me to several games at his buddy's house but I turn down the invite every time. Last night however, I decided to join them just so that he would stop bugging me. I played my usual game, nothing fancy. "I can't lose what I don't put in!" replayed in my head. Thank you Matt Damon. But then, I unleashed the wrath. The first hand I played, I had rags. I bet big and no one was willing to call ... interesting! I let the other 4 players kick each other out while raking in the occassional pot. It came down to the host of the game and myself. He went all in on king high flush ... BUT ... I had the Ace high flush. Game one, I took down! Thank you ... another? The next game was in my pocket ... I had great cards all night ... I was unstoppable. I kicked out 3 players with jokers on two different hands. I was amazed myself. Game two ... I took down! Considering that I had a real slow night at the OP and made only $40 on tips, I came home with $100+ and made just enough to pay rent. My personal opinion ... there's nothing wrong with grinding it out for rent money ... right Knish??
Would be nice if my investments followed the same trend! Wait ... what investments???
I couldn't believe my eyes. I was about to have heart-failure. What would I say? Don't say anything stupid? Worrying about what would I have said was the least of my worries. My eyes were glowing lava red ... visine please. I'm going to jail! There wasn't much I could do other than roll at a slow 5 mph towards the check point. I will admit that for a quick second, I thought about turning around ... but then ... auto-guilty. I'm sure they were prepared for cars that turned around suddenly from the check point ... one of the 30 cops would of caught me. There was no where to go but straight to certain jail time. As I rolled into the check point, day time set in. The lights were overwhelming ... more than likely because I was wrecked. The check point was set up so that 5 vehicles could be checked at one time. I was set up as #3 in the chain. I rolled my window down, "Hello officer!" Instantly, I wondered did he notice the shakiness in my voice. It began! Then I thought of my costume and was about to burst out in laughter. What was my costume? Of all things ... a candy-raver (I know ... its a costume party ... ha-ha!). Pacifier around the neck, candy necklace, glow-stick, Mind, Body & Soul staff pass ... everything but xtc written on my forehead. "So, you guys are on your way, huh?" says the officer. We respond, "Yes." No BS there! The officer proceeds to tell us how drinking is good and driving is good but the two don't mix. Thanks for the info buddy ... that was made abundently clear as I approached the little patch of daytime on this damm road. He continues to make small talk for a minute of two then I heard it, "Have a good evening and be careful!" "Will do ... I'm out!" I released my trembling foot from the break pad and glanced to the right as a fellow driver was walking the line ... sorry bud ... better you than me! I passed the last cop and we were off. The moment we passed the check point, silence left the car and we all exploded into a cheer of relief. A truly surreal moment! We passed!! We were going to make it to the party. We were going to be drinking ... soon!! And no awkward explanations of why we didn't make it to the party. Hallelujah! Thankfully, my heart eventually slowed down to a normal pace and my hands stopped shaking. Lesson learned ... no deucing in the Gauntlet ... ever!
