It's high time for a from-the-bar post, is it not? Me thinks so. I apologize in advance if this comes off as stilted and disjointed, but I'm a little distracted right now. Sitting in a comfortable chaise at my favorite bar, trying to look important, when I look up only to see the girl that BloodyP unintentionally wingmanned for me when we hung out a few months ago. At least I think it's her. I'm not sure.

She's drinking a glass of red wine, reading a book, acting wholly disinterested in me, so that should be a dead give-away that it's her, but I can't say that I quite remember exactly what she looks like. Ah, how I love alcohol.

I'd ask her name, but I don't think that would go over all too well with The Girlfriend. The Girlfrfiend is at home, in St. Paul. Um.

Oh well, the girl at the bar has dumps like truck, so it really doesn't matter if I find out if it's her or not. That, and I've already got a source of sex that I don't want to fuck up quite yet. That counts for something, too.

On Friday while walkiing from my car to apartment after work, I noticed that I missed a call. Turns out that it was the venerable Iggy, saying that he was in Minneapolis for a few days and would I like to meet up with a drink. Unfortunately he called at 11am, and I didn't get done with work until late in the afternoon, so I wasn't able to meet up with him for drink or thrity-five.

[The bar I frequent has something called "Ipod Sundays". You bring in your Ipod, and the "DJ" will play your playlist. Right now Bon Jovi is being rocked, Dead or Alive style.]

I feel a little out of the community loop lately, pretty much because I haven't been playing poker. Nothing of note, anyhow. I did play a few Titan freerolls on Friday, netting me $2.25 and an entry into an tournament where the prize was an entry into a satellite of a satellite of a satellite. Something like 15 tournament cashes would've won me an entry into a $10 tournament. Felt like it at least.

I've still been randomly reading random poker blogs, barely commenting, though. But I'm still around. And I'm not going anywhere. More than poker, more than a silly card game, the people that I've met and the crazy internet friends I've gained are the main reason I'll stick around.

That, right there, is the good grammar. Wow, even I want to have sex with me after reading that.

Every Rose It's Thorn

Bloody P, it's her, yes it is. Funny thing, that alcohol.

Where was I? Oh yes, the community.

I may not have had much to say in regards to poker lately, but goddamn it, I'm not done in this space. There are some amazing people in this community that are unfallible, and unpossibly inpressive, and good can only come from my participation here. Hell, I'd even say that this community has changed me for the better. Now I don't make fun of every retard I see, only those that deserve it. And there plenty of those non-traditional retards in the world to satiate my desire to mock.

Example of the impressivity; where else are you able to find a situation where one guy buys another airfare for Vegas, and not once asks for recompensation in the form of disgusting and compromising sexual favors? Not many places, I'll tell you that much.

And that nobody will let go my puking in UCLA parking ramp #7? And I'll forever be known as Pukeramarama? That's a sign of good people right there, folks.

And when people you don't even know do their best to get you laid? Good people.

There are too many good things that y'all have done to list. So, what I'm saying, other than I'm too lazy to list 'em, is that even though I may not be active in the poker portion of this community at the present, I'm forever indebted to many people that reside here.

And, as sandy-vaginatastic as it sounds, I'll forever be grateful.