Sha right! As if! Insert more timely cultural sarcasm here!
Gus and I went to Garden City for the first time yesterday. It was a little crustier than Bay 101, but cards are cards. You can play them anywhere, all you need is a deck and some people.
Unfortunately, some of the people at this place weren’t very nice. I lost everything at my first table, playing rather conservatively amidst a cockfight of pre-flop raises. “I’ll raise.” My penis is very large. “Re-raise, make it nine.” My penis is larger than yours. “Cap it.” Everyone make room, I’m carrying my dick through here in a wheelbarrow. Almost everyone at the table would always call, regardless of their hand. People either busted out quick or made a lot of money. There was no steady progression. Having received almost no face cards the whole hour and one winning hand (regardless of whether I called it down; in that case, I had), I was in the bust-out group.
I went over to Gus’s table to tell him what happened. I had hardly finished before two choads on Gus’s left sneered something about my blowing more of his money at Pai Gow, insinuating something about my poker playing abilities. Not cool.
Gus wanted to keep playing, so he gave me another $100. I took a seat at his table and then I took some of those choads’ money. One of them ran out of money and left, which was awesome. But the other one kept re-buying. I’m pleased to report that he kept his mouth shut, and I was able to participate in a couple more hours of enjoyable play.
The days preceeding this outing were spent along the gorgeous Half Moon Bay. Our bed and breakfast was great, and our oceanesque activities were fun. Besides partaking in some delicious seafood (deep fried prawns, yum!), one of my favorite things to do was visit the tide pools where you can see crabs and other sea life doing their thangs. I hadn’t seen live crabs that big before, and they were surprisingly colorful. We also saw some seals hanging out, but they weren’t as close as the seals I saw in Santa Cruz.
That’s a baby seal next to his mother, for you anti-camera phone picture-snobs. 