So I'm back from taking an excruciatingly long class for work. Not like I'm even interested in what they were talking about, but when the boss says to go - well, you go.
I went to Hollywood Park Casino last Friday night with Dyno and won $400 playing Texas Hold 'Em. I was at a table with a bunch of cigar-smokin', whiskey-drinkin', trash talkin' old guys. One guy was so big he needed two chairs, and he had a huge silver belt buckle with BRITZ engraved on it. He told me he's part of the Mothers and Fathers Italian Association in New York, which - when you look at it as an acronym - made me very nervous to bet against him. I also had a French guy sit next to me who actually used the sentence "Do you come here often?" - I almost spit my drink out onto his face.
Question: Should I feel guilty that I won a hand against a guy in a wheelchair? Because I don't. Look, I had four of a kind, and that doesn't come around very often.
Since this week is almost over, I can't predict what I'm gonna be able to throw together, but I know I'll have a new Booze Quest for my friends at SorryIGotDrunk.