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Here is blog 10. Let's start with poker...
Poker is two games. The first is a friendly social outing with the guys where beer is drank and "bonding" occurs, simple enough. The second is, in my mind exacerbated by the outrageous explosion of televised poker tournaments, a pissing contest. The poker game I played in, was both. So, way to go poker. Also, I lost.
Then we have, waiting for a cab... which apparently is an hour long event. Lame. Thanks every cab company in Vancouver - you all suck.
Then going to the bar on a Saturday night. With the right people, this might be super fun, if you ever get into the bar. But when you end up waiting around in line forever, the potential of a good time is hampered severely. So, even if you go out with good people, you end up settling into a pattern of non-excitedness that leads to judging the other patrons - which is compounded by your sobriety of course.
After a rousing game of "who do you not want to be" and "look at that drunk retard", we decided to call it quits, leaving one of the party behind to "be the nice guy" and hit on a girl that was confident he could take home. I wonder how that story ended - I'll find out tomorrow I guess.
After meeting up with the group that made it into the expensive and busy bar we had no intention of waiting around in line in the rain for, for all but 30 seconds, I headed home to sleep. Tired and happy I didn't spend more than $10 on a drink. I wish I had it in me to be a bar star. No, wait, I don't. Getting smashed and acting like a dumb-ass is stupid. And also sad. But then again, I ended up at home, watching the tail end of an SNL rerun before sleeping alone, so what do I know...
That's all I've got right now. Stay tuned this week for: taxes, house cleaning, improv fest news, bike ridding and push-ups.
Poker is two games. The first is a friendly social outing with the guys where beer is drank and "bonding" occurs, simple enough. The second is, in my mind exacerbated by the outrageous explosion of televised poker tournaments, a pissing contest. The poker game I played in, was both. So, way to go poker. Also, I lost.
Then we have, waiting for a cab... which apparently is an hour long event. Lame. Thanks every cab company in Vancouver - you all suck.
Then going to the bar on a Saturday night. With the right people, this might be super fun, if you ever get into the bar. But when you end up waiting around in line forever, the potential of a good time is hampered severely. So, even if you go out with good people, you end up settling into a pattern of non-excitedness that leads to judging the other patrons - which is compounded by your sobriety of course.
After a rousing game of "who do you not want to be" and "look at that drunk retard", we decided to call it quits, leaving one of the party behind to "be the nice guy" and hit on a girl that was confident he could take home. I wonder how that story ended - I'll find out tomorrow I guess.
After meeting up with the group that made it into the expensive and busy bar we had no intention of waiting around in line in the rain for, for all but 30 seconds, I headed home to sleep. Tired and happy I didn't spend more than $10 on a drink. I wish I had it in me to be a bar star. No, wait, I don't. Getting smashed and acting like a dumb-ass is stupid. And also sad. But then again, I ended up at home, watching the tail end of an SNL rerun before sleeping alone, so what do I know...
That's all I've got right now. Stay tuned this week for: taxes, house cleaning, improv fest news, bike ridding and push-ups.
posted by Mike Fly at 8:49 AM
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