A hand history of sorts
2 Comments Published by katitude on Saturday, October 07, 2006 at 7:14 p.m..
Have you ever seen one of those couples? Where they are a perfect match, like they were made for each other?
The couple that hit my table at Casino Rama today were like that. They were about the same height and colouring, both having the same regal bearing, pale skin and dark hair. In fact their hair colour was so similar, I suspect they'd had it dyed to match.
I don 't know why I was so drawn to them; it must have been their perfect symmetry. Lord knows it wasn't because of their personality. Imperious and unsmiling, the pair of them.
The action hadn't even begun when she started in on him. "Darling, I want it, buy it for me". "But sweetness," he replied, "we don't even know what it is yet!"
All it took was for her to furrow her brow at him slightly and he capitulated. "Whatever my beloved wants, she shall have!" he announced as he reached into his pocket and withdrew all of his money and threw it onto the table with a casual grace.
One by one the others quailed beneath the combination of her baleful stare and his money on the table. One by one they all left, except one couple.
When this pair turned it was obvious they were not a couple, but twin sisters. They had the same shade of Irish red hair and they were identical except for small differences in the designs on their shirts. They were at that obnoxious age where they're are not really welcome amongst the adults but definitely too old to hang with the younger kids.
The girls giggled and whispered to each other as they fished through their pockets and purses, counting and recounting their combined total. One picked up the collection of coins with both hands and threw it onto the table, exclaiming "There! We have just enough to beat you! We want it too!"
The woman's expression never changed, but she leaned in closer to the man and whispered harshly "Don't you have anything more? Is there someone you can borrow from??".
The words had no sooner left her mouth when three new participants in our drama arrived. Two were insignificant and were promptly ignored, but the third was obviously known to the man.
"There ! Just in the nick of time! Over here!" exclaimed the man. The new arrival turned, and smiled when he saw who had called him. It was apparent that he was a comrade of the man's, definitely an equal. When the situation was explained to the newcomer, he gave his assurances of assistance and turned to regard the twins.
"Aren't you two a bit low on the totem pole to be so sure of yourselves?" he asked. The twins were now silent and wide-eyed, realizing they had overstepped their bounds. At this point another observer arrived, but was deemed too unimportant to even acknowledge.
"Shit, shit, shit, SHIT", said one to the other, "Do you think he'll show?" "The odds aren't looking good at this point" the sister replied.
The woman raised one delicately arched eyebrow at the twins, "Whoever are you referring to?"
As the girls replied "Our brother", a male voice cried out "ME!"
We all turned in the direction of the voice - a young man was standing there. Where the twins were redheaded, he was dark; but that's where any difference ended. Good lord, there were three of them!
The couple, now realizing they've been twarted from winning the prize, attempt a gracious retreat. Smiling wanly, the woman congratulated them on their win as she departed; murmuring that is quite fortuitous that their brother happened to be so close by.
The triplets, being at that obnoxious age, merely stuck out their tongues at her as they collect their prize.
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That's pretty much my last hand at Rama today (OK, with a lot of literary license. A LOT). I was card dead for most of the game, and if I did get margianlly good cards, Mr. Chip Bully to my immediate right was quick to make sure I reconsidered their worth. I did grap a couple of hands with pocket pairs and a flopped full house in BB (how purdy!), but I think I spent most of my time sitting and observing others play.
My denouement occured when I was dealt King + Queen of clubs (the couple) in late position. I'm frustrated at being blocked every damn time, and go all in after it gets around to me. Three of the remaining players fold, except for BB, who has me outchipped only slightly. He calls my all in, we flip over and he has Pocket 9's, both red (the twins).
Flop comes 63K rainbow (the insignificant others and the comrade). Turn is a 7 (insignificant again). River is another 9 (the brother), BB makes his set, and I am out.
On the plus side, it was still daylight when I left, and got to see a killer sunset over Lake Simcoe on my way home.
The couple that hit my table at Casino Rama today were like that. They were about the same height and colouring, both having the same regal bearing, pale skin and dark hair. In fact their hair colour was so similar, I suspect they'd had it dyed to match.
I don 't know why I was so drawn to them; it must have been their perfect symmetry. Lord knows it wasn't because of their personality. Imperious and unsmiling, the pair of them.
The action hadn't even begun when she started in on him. "Darling, I want it, buy it for me". "But sweetness," he replied, "we don't even know what it is yet!"
All it took was for her to furrow her brow at him slightly and he capitulated. "Whatever my beloved wants, she shall have!" he announced as he reached into his pocket and withdrew all of his money and threw it onto the table with a casual grace.
One by one the others quailed beneath the combination of her baleful stare and his money on the table. One by one they all left, except one couple.
When this pair turned it was obvious they were not a couple, but twin sisters. They had the same shade of Irish red hair and they were identical except for small differences in the designs on their shirts. They were at that obnoxious age where they're are not really welcome amongst the adults but definitely too old to hang with the younger kids.
The girls giggled and whispered to each other as they fished through their pockets and purses, counting and recounting their combined total. One picked up the collection of coins with both hands and threw it onto the table, exclaiming "There! We have just enough to beat you! We want it too!"
The woman's expression never changed, but she leaned in closer to the man and whispered harshly "Don't you have anything more? Is there someone you can borrow from??".
The words had no sooner left her mouth when three new participants in our drama arrived. Two were insignificant and were promptly ignored, but the third was obviously known to the man.
"There ! Just in the nick of time! Over here!" exclaimed the man. The new arrival turned, and smiled when he saw who had called him. It was apparent that he was a comrade of the man's, definitely an equal. When the situation was explained to the newcomer, he gave his assurances of assistance and turned to regard the twins.
"Aren't you two a bit low on the totem pole to be so sure of yourselves?" he asked. The twins were now silent and wide-eyed, realizing they had overstepped their bounds. At this point another observer arrived, but was deemed too unimportant to even acknowledge.
"Shit, shit, shit, SHIT", said one to the other, "Do you think he'll show?" "The odds aren't looking good at this point" the sister replied.
The woman raised one delicately arched eyebrow at the twins, "Whoever are you referring to?"
As the girls replied "Our brother", a male voice cried out "ME!"
We all turned in the direction of the voice - a young man was standing there. Where the twins were redheaded, he was dark; but that's where any difference ended. Good lord, there were three of them!
The couple, now realizing they've been twarted from winning the prize, attempt a gracious retreat. Smiling wanly, the woman congratulated them on their win as she departed; murmuring that is quite fortuitous that their brother happened to be so close by.
The triplets, being at that obnoxious age, merely stuck out their tongues at her as they collect their prize.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
That's pretty much my last hand at Rama today (OK, with a lot of literary license. A LOT). I was card dead for most of the game, and if I did get margianlly good cards, Mr. Chip Bully to my immediate right was quick to make sure I reconsidered their worth. I did grap a couple of hands with pocket pairs and a flopped full house in BB (how purdy!), but I think I spent most of my time sitting and observing others play.
My denouement occured when I was dealt King + Queen of clubs (the couple) in late position. I'm frustrated at being blocked every damn time, and go all in after it gets around to me. Three of the remaining players fold, except for BB, who has me outchipped only slightly. He calls my all in, we flip over and he has Pocket 9's, both red (the twins).
Flop comes 63K rainbow (the insignificant others and the comrade). Turn is a 7 (insignificant again). River is another 9 (the brother), BB makes his set, and I am out.
On the plus side, it was still daylight when I left, and got to see a killer sunset over Lake Simcoe on my way home.
Well, I'm too drunk to fully grasp your literary license. However, I found it entertaining.
Sorry your outing didn't work out as planned. One of these days I'll make it out there with you... granted, I'll eventually find my way to the craps tables and slots...
In the mean time.. today's lesson? Playing a cash game on Red Bull & Vodka isn't the greatest idea I've ever had. The fact I'm NOT broke after 30 min is amazing.
Hey. At first I thought you were just fucking nuts, but now I get it. This has got to be the cleverest hand history ever. Of course, I would've gone with the two 9 year olds calling a friend to beat the shit out the the gay guys and the lonely lesbo looking for a friend, but hey, that's just me! Well done.