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Thursday, December 01, 2005

That's a whole lotta meat


Not content to just gorge myself on one special day out of the year, my roommate Tim and I decided early in the week that we would have a poker game. That idea turned into "hey lets start earlier in the day and have a BBQ, and then play more poker throughout the day". Sounded an awful lot like a plan.

So we grabbed Jeff and with Costco card in hand, went shopping. That place is amazing and I believe I may have to get a membership there one of these days. I always thought it weird to have to pay for the right to go spend money at a place. Odd, that. But I digress...

We bought burgers, hot dogs, beer, chicken wings and even a propane tank for our brand spankin' new (at least to us) grill that Tim procured from a friend of his. The tank was necessary as it's awful tough to cook all that beef with just a cigarette lighter from my car. Who likes their's rare??

I wish, when out and about, we had picked up one of those long pilot lighters though. The one we had barely worked and took a long time to spark. Just long enough that when it finally hit the gas that had been coming out of the tank it made a nice fireball that scared the crap out of me. And really, hair on the back of your hands is so overrated anyways. At least I still have my eyebrows.

The poker was fun and we had a full table all of the three games. I took second in one tournament and won some money in the cash game. The real story was Ms. Amber Willey of Tarzana, CA who kicked some serious ass in the second tourney. She beat me, heads up and was just a monster. Someone's been doing some research.

The night ended with Jeff, Tim, Amber, Mitch and myself belting out diddies on Jeff's Karaoke machine until 2 in the morning. Ahhhh, it's so nice not to have connecting walls. And you haven't lived until you've seen your 6'5", 280 lb roommate singing "Pleasant Valley Sunday" by the Monkees.

All grilling catastrophes aside, it was a blast of a day. I've always wanted a place to be able to invite friends over, cook out, play some cards and just chill out. Things are good.


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