First off, I need to wish a very happy thirtieth birthday to long time friend and constant contributor to the blog, Super Dave. Welcome to the wonderful world of lower back pain, Best of Sting CDs, and wondering if you are fully funding your Roth IRA. At least not we will have company when we start screaming, “When did I become old?”
It’s been a good night tonight. It was our monthly poker night and I came in a solid second. Actually, more like I was able to grind out a second place finish. I think when we were at seven players I had the least chips left and continued to have the least chips until I finished second. Still, that was my best finish in a while. Also, the night started with something that has never happened to me before or since. First hand, look down to see pocket aces. Bet through and win the pot, showing the aces. Second hand, look down and see pocket aces again. Win the pot again, showing the aces, and immediately get called a cheater. I’d rather not calculate the odds of that happening twice in a row. I’d rather have that luck when I play Powerball this weekend.
Not sure what I am going to end up doing this weekend. I’ll watch USC-Notre Dame, of course but I haven’t decided if I’ll watch it at home or at a bar. I figure that if there is any game to go to the official ND bar, this is probably the one. But, one of the nice things about watching ND games at home is I get to swear at the television and not feel self-conscious about it. Plus, since the games take like seven hours I am able to take care of two weeks of laundry while sitting on my couch and that is multi-tasking at its finest. Not aware of any concert this weekend that really make me want to jump up and down. (And yes, I did choose the White Sox game over Stryper last night. There are some decisions in life that you can just never take back.)
That’s about it. I’ll finish off with a rant on one of my random CDs. Can I state here just how much I hate the Connells? Ten years from now I’ll be going through my collection and come across a Carbon Leaf CD and say the same thing: why did I buy this and why am I now listening to it? It was the exact same reason: saw them in concert, there was nothing wrong about the band, bought their CD. Except that when you listen to it a few years later you actively question your own musical sanity. It’s not that they are bad people, I just have no idea why it is still in my collection. Other than I would rather not admit that I own it when I take it to the used record store.
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