A lot of anticipation and happiness running through my head…the 1st part of August will find me packing up and heading for the family reunion in N. Idaho. Great food, lots of drink, fun people that ‘kick back and hunker down’ to the good life, a friendly, family poker game, and most importantly, my little girlfriend, Kayanna, will fly back into my life for three short weeks.
I had the big, sobbing tears when she left for Missouri a year ago in August, I think I’ll have them in the form of joy when I see her again. A weekly phone call just ain’t the same as getting a giant hug from your best, little buddy. I can hardly wait. Of course, when that happens, there won’t be any poker tales, no computer, no writing, no green felt under my fingernails, so try not to go into withdrawal and I promise, I’ll be back in action before you know it.
Since I have a few weeks to go, I’m writing. Dim Wad was in my line-up tonight. I haven’t seen him in the room since he left my game after displaying his great mastery of the human language…as in calling me a fucking bitch because he played every hand and lost all of his chips, and then wanted to throw his cards at me too…another post.
I looked up to see him eyeballing me from a few tables away. Yup! He looked like I’d put a hex on him and he was wondering if he’d live long enough to make it to the nearest witch doctor to have it removed…yet the brain dead stayed and played until I got to his game.
Before I tapped the dealer out, I told my supervisor about the incident last week. My supervisor walked over and watched the game just to see if I was going to have a problem. Nothing happened. That works for me. If someone has a problem with my dealing, I’d much rather they took a walk during my down. I have to be there, they don’t.
He had a missed blind button and returned to see me in the dealer’s box, he glared, turned around and walked off.
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Melissa H. She’s an off and on regular in the room, When we first opened, she played a lot of Pot Limit, always cheerful, never seems to get to irritated over anything, and nice to have in a game. I believe she plays mostly tournaments now and is the room when there’s tournament action going on in Vegas. The long and short of it is, she was in the 3s in an $8-$16 Holdem game on Table 30, about a month ago, and I sat down to deal the game. We exchanged ‘hellos’.
The game was pretty fast, and about half way through my down, right in the middle of a hand, she exclaimed, “Oh look! That beetle is on her shoulder.”
My hair is waist length and I usually wear it in a braid or pulled back from my face if I wear it down. I had it down and pulled over to the right so it ran down the front of my shirt…that keeps it off of my neck, out of my face, and out of the way of my pocket when I’m accepting a toke.
I looked down and lo and behold there was a damn black beetle, about an inch and half long, crawling on my left shoulder. I had the deck in my left hand, did a little, “Agghhhh!” thing as I flipped it off my shoulder with my right hand. It lit on the table.
Melissa rescued it with a cup to save its life and decided she would put it in the garbage can, so it could feast and not bother anyone. Then she explained that she knew it was there because it had ‘sat on her lap’ earlier. She went on to explain that she just doesn’t have the heart to kill any bug and she didn’t want to disrupt it.
I still haven’t figured out if she offered it a drink or a bite to eat while it sat on her lap for a little while…sorry Melissa but this is just my strange way of thinking.
On the other hand, if it had crawled onto my neck, no one in the room would be able to describe what would’ve happened next. I’m sure the deck would’ve went across the room, I would’ve been up in a heart beat, knocking my chair over, and possibly shaking, twitching, and jerking to get whatever it was that was crawling on me off.
Disrupt it hell, I would have no problem squashing its guts out. Bugs ain’t my bag. I don’t want them on me, around me, or in my food…oh I’m not talking about Poker Bugs!