I was all set to play poker last night. My mind was a veritable fortress of bluffs, counter-bluffs, counter-counter-bluffs, and ummm … false exits. All their chip were going to belong to me. Then out of the blue, I get a phone call from my friend Benj, who I haven’t seen in like five years!!! And he was all like, hey we’re going to be in town tonight, and we should get together.
For a brief, frantic moment I was stumped. Did I dare to break the poker night tradition for a couple friends I’ve only known since the first grade? I was brave, I said yes, and we went out and enjoyed us some fine Guinness on St. Patty’s Day. It was damn nice to catch up, and to see them in a good space. They’re kicking ass with music (marimbas, lately) and having a ball up in Friday Harbor. I may get to hang with them a bit more tonight, before they head back north tomorrow morning.
I took them back to where they were crashing, and around 2:30 in the morning, declined my house for a better alternative, and slept in the arms of a beautiful woman. Sometimes, everything feels like it is right with the universe.