Blogs at bars

You've got to respect the Bacon Brothers, but that doesn't mean that I have to like what they put out.

This is my first installment of what I'd like to call "Blogs at Bars". This weekend I found out that my favorite bar is now offering free WiFi internet access, which in this city, is unheard of. I'm going to come here alone anyhow, so I might as well bring my laptop and see what transpires, right?

So far tonight, I've had the following conversations regarding my online poker playing at the bar;

1--"So, what, are you playing that Texas Longhorn?"

I am not kidding. And immediately after that, he introduced me to his friend as "the guy from Texas". The closest I've been to Texas is the few times that I flew over it on the way to Mexico. For all I know, I could've been above Arizona. It all looks the same from the 30,000 ft.

2-" Is that Party Poker?"

Anyone that's ever played at Party Poker immediately recognizes it. I was not playing at Party, though. I was at Doyle's. They look nothing alike. He then followed up my site assessment by saying that he plays at Party, and had recently had a run at 15/30.

Bullshit. No fucking way. There is no way this guy has ever played 15/30. Not even if God Himself came down from the Heavens and said that he was telling the truth would I believe him.

You wouldn't think that I could possibly, ever be up for the night when I'm sitting at a bar, but I am. Pretty easy way to make a booze fund, if you ask me. I want to write more, but I'm going to enjoy this Blue Moon and the $125 full-house suck-outs I was just blessed with.

Drink all around!