Loopholes and poker
Some people say you should face your fears. Take them on. It may seem difficult but it is the only way you will overcome those obstacles.
I feel I did exactly that this weekend. Went to a party on Friday night and followed up with a St. Patty's party on Saturday. Once again I surrounded myself with free beer and booze and took nary a drop.
It was tough. Friends heard me sigh deeply a couple times as the pitchers were passed around and I looked longingly at the green brew in front of me.
I thought I might have found me a loophole too. Actually, there were two. The party was at a friend's brother's house. They just so happened to be staging a parade in front of his place. As we watched it, I saw a convertible go by that had a banner for Archbishop Timothy Dolan on the side. But there was no holy man in the back. If there was, I could have run up and asked to be absolved, thus allowed to indulge in the alcohol. To taunt me even more, the car came around a second time, but no Pope like person was around.
Damn!
Then I thought I had found the second loophole. Jello shots! Someone had brought lime Jello shots to the party. I sat there racking my brain, thinking what I had exactly given up. Did I say I wasn't drinking? Or had I given up alcohol? If it was just drinking, then I could slurp down the entire tray of Jello because it wasn't drinking. It was eating! I pictured it right there. I could down the Jello, then go to the store and buy all kinds of ingredients and make rum balls, rum cake, drunken chicken, etc. I could buy a cooking with booze book and get hooched and fat at the same time.
I let out another sigh on Sunday when I read this blog and realized I had in fact given up alcohol.
Oh well. I least I did well here. How about that? Another win. And at Pot Limit Omaha nonetheless. Details are over at Beer City Poker. Of course don't get any strange ideas. I will not give up booze for poker. I can do both.
I will have to see if I can take another one down this Tuesday. Lord knows I will be sober enough to try.
Also need to send some good thought out to Aleta. I hear she is going to have surgery so she can be "hip". I thought she was making good progress just by hanging out with Gambino (aka Sidecar SallY) but apparently needs to have some medical procedure done. Some people will do whatever they need to be hip. If you would like to borrow the portable DVD player, let me know.
I feel I did exactly that this weekend. Went to a party on Friday night and followed up with a St. Patty's party on Saturday. Once again I surrounded myself with free beer and booze and took nary a drop.
It was tough. Friends heard me sigh deeply a couple times as the pitchers were passed around and I looked longingly at the green brew in front of me.
I thought I might have found me a loophole too. Actually, there were two. The party was at a friend's brother's house. They just so happened to be staging a parade in front of his place. As we watched it, I saw a convertible go by that had a banner for Archbishop Timothy Dolan on the side. But there was no holy man in the back. If there was, I could have run up and asked to be absolved, thus allowed to indulge in the alcohol. To taunt me even more, the car came around a second time, but no Pope like person was around.
Damn!
Then I thought I had found the second loophole. Jello shots! Someone had brought lime Jello shots to the party. I sat there racking my brain, thinking what I had exactly given up. Did I say I wasn't drinking? Or had I given up alcohol? If it was just drinking, then I could slurp down the entire tray of Jello because it wasn't drinking. It was eating! I pictured it right there. I could down the Jello, then go to the store and buy all kinds of ingredients and make rum balls, rum cake, drunken chicken, etc. I could buy a cooking with booze book and get hooched and fat at the same time.
I let out another sigh on Sunday when I read this blog and realized I had in fact given up alcohol.
Oh well. I least I did well here. How about that? Another win. And at Pot Limit Omaha nonetheless. Details are over at Beer City Poker. Of course don't get any strange ideas. I will not give up booze for poker. I can do both.
I will have to see if I can take another one down this Tuesday. Lord knows I will be sober enough to try.
Also need to send some good thought out to Aleta. I hear she is going to have surgery so she can be "hip". I thought she was making good progress just by hanging out with Gambino (aka Sidecar SallY) but apparently needs to have some medical procedure done. Some people will do whatever they need to be hip. If you would like to borrow the portable DVD player, let me know.
posted by StB at 8:38 AM
3 Comments:
I would bet you were sweating the beer being passed around. I couldn't do it, in fact I will raise one up to you in about 2 1/2 hours.
Keep up the good fight.
I drank enough for you and I both put together last night. I am paying for it dearly today.
Next year I think I am going to give up the drink for Lent. This year was masturbation and cursing, and that will make me a boring bitch for the next 40 days.
Wow, I only gave up candy, and I am having a hard time with that. You and the blonde have it tough. The worst was when I gave up meat for lent. I felt sick the whole time.
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