Maybe I was a little bit over my head at that poker tournament in Montenegro, but I stayed out of the main event -- you know, the one where that crazy Royal Navy officer with the thousand-yard stare put a hella bad beat on some creepy financier for the win -- because the cash games were so damned good.
So there I was, playing a half triple-draw, half badugi mixed game with rich idiots who couldn't remember that the ace is high in deuce-to-seven. I was in the middle of a run of bad cards, the sort where they are so bad you don't lose very much because you know better than to play them. I folded my hand and stared into space across the casino floor, wondering if it was raining in Cincinnatti, when I noticed someone staring back at me: a woman wearing a chic little black dress and flat slippers. Was that ... ? It couldn't be! What would she be doing here? But of course it was: Cindy Emch. So I got up from the table and went to talk to her, find out why she was here. Her answer: "Sometimes love takes you strange places." You can say that again, sister.
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Date: 2008-02-05 03:02 am (UTC)So there I was, playing a half triple-draw, half badugi mixed game with rich idiots who couldn't remember that the ace is high in deuce-to-seven. I was in the middle of a run of bad cards, the sort where they are so bad you don't lose very much because you know better than to play them. I folded my hand and stared into space across the casino floor, wondering if it was raining in Cincinnatti, when I noticed someone staring back at me: a woman wearing a chic little black dress and flat slippers. Was that ... ? It couldn't be! What would she be doing here? But of course it was: Cindy Emch. So I got up from the table and went to talk to her, find out why she was here. Her answer: "Sometimes love takes you strange places." You can say that again, sister.