So Monday afternoon I get a call from an old friend to just come over and hang out on the deck in his back yard and drink a few brews. I gladly accept his offer and smile as I hang the phone up. The first thing I was originally thinking was wow he is going to sell me Amway. I don't know why this popped into my head but it did. Then thoughts of oh maybe we are doing some intervention thing for who I don't know but it probably aint for an alcoholic since we are drinking beer. Why the thoughts went through my head I don't know the situation just seemed odd to me, I had not been invited to hang and drink beer for no reason at Brent's house in a long time.
The evening started out drinking beer and bull shitting about things going on in our lives. Things were going great and we were all catching up on things and the recent break ups of a few of the people in attendance, me included. So the conversation turned from our lives to odd sexual habits of weird people and what people talk on the internet. Cleveland steamers, Dirty Sanchez, warm carl, 8 Seconds and the donkey punch. Even brought up the topic of "furries" an odd group of freaks that think they are animals and have sex as if they were these different animals etc... Wow what a messed up group that is.
And then a poker game broke out... not a real surprise in this group, especially since when I was leaving my house I grab the poker chips and cards as I leave the house ... Just in case...
So here we are in the morning and we have been playing poker in the open air with a gentle breeze from a fan to keep us cool out on Brent's deck. To be honest this is rather pleasant and relaxing and makes me think this will be a regular occurrence in my life. It's nice to have the fresh air instead of being inside behind a computer desk weather it be at work or at home grinding it out playing at party poker.
Jim and Brent are going heads up as I type this out. It is an interesting dual, Jim the seasoned card player and favorite vs Brent a relative newbie to the game. To my surprise Brent is making the moves and holding his own. He has gained some chips from Jim over the last 30 minutes. Jim has deicided his drunk ass needs another brew. And throws a complaint about earl who left an hour ago taking the Miller Lite, that earl himself brought. What a selfish move Earl even though all of us would have done the same thing "and twice on Sundays" Jim says.
Jim contemplates how he has lost his chip lead to a guy that does not play regularly. And throws out ideas about what Brent has, in frustration Jim calls the raise. "Check Fucker"...."Check"....Brent Flops Trip Q's and takes chunk out of Jim and his pocket kings. That is just how the cards fall.
"I'm not a smart guy but I am not an Idiot"--Brent
Ah Poker that great equalizer of men and stress. And when no stress is involved a great game of wits and strategy. A game that we are playing underneath the stars and it is great. Poker is Great! Friends are Great! Beer is Great!
written while slightly intoxicated and a little tired... good times... good friends....as the music plays in the background...
