high hand

people were being douchebags about the parking, the only solace i had while i simmered in my car lurking was timing is everything. maybe i was delayed to have the right hand at the right time or play the right slot etc. lo and behold i find a space in the front row after i gave up stalking the people leaving at what seemed like a glacial pace.

i walk into the southpoint poker room with an air of anticipation. i see mike and kendall sitting on the 1-2 no limit sitting next to eachother and i go to sweat them. check out mike's new game on his phone and wait for a seat. mention the spades royal flush high hand is at 5k and let's hit it i say with a chuckle. i've never had a royal flush in my life, and it had to be the spades, as the other hands weren't as profitable.

a half hour after i get a seat and some lackluster hands, i hear a yelp over my blasting ipod that gets my attention. the dealer motions to me, "isn't that your boyfriend?" and i look over. i rush over and ask the table, "who hit it?" ryan answers, "chow of course."

who flops spade royal flushes? who? you're gross. and the right one. grossiness.

i on the other hand bomb out on the 2-4 limit, but then go to the wicked awesome star wars penny slot for a half hour of bonusussus. bonae? lando was hooking that shit up with free spins at cloud city. colt 45, works every time. what ever happened to billy dee?