Gambling to Loose

One of the things I love about small communities like Woodstock (a fairly small neighborhood inside of Portland) is that there are groups of people who all have something in common. The group I associate with most share Drinking and Poker.

Last night was the first Poker game I've been to in awhile. Remembering the rules to the different games (Baseball, Screw-Your-Neighbor, Texas Hold 'Em, 5-card draw, etc.) was difficult. It felt like I had spent the last few months dumbing myself by not participating in cards.

I didn't do that bad, but then again, I'm no longer at the top of my game. It climaxed at the beginning of 2006 when I won a poker tournament (with the help of Chels' - who played my cards through the last round). From that point forward, my playing prowess dropped considerably and I no longer am a formidable force in the Woodstock poker scene.

I've tried it all - sunglasses after dark, dorky hats turned upside down, hooded sweatshirts - all the tricks the pros use. It's the damnedest thing. None of that stuff actually worked.

So now I'm left wondering, who did I piss off in the cosmos? Did I make fun of organized religion too much? Was it my comments about Hippies? Did I drive to slow in the fast lane? What IS it, man?

Sunday is here. My last day before returning to the office. I'm somewhat looking forward to it, but at the same time, I could use another week and a half off.

Pokingly,
Gregsta'