bergs
Royal Flush
In.1st meetup. Coming up on 10 years ago. Haven't missed one since. WCB IV.
We started off with a warm up at @abby99 house with @djmarc and @guinness and the beautiful Lady Luck chips.
@courage arrived late and immediately starting doing $100 flips with @guinness and @bergs. He built a healthy stack. My wife and I left before the game broke as we had had a long drive from Canada that day and we still had to check into our hotel. Before we got to our room, we heard that @courage had managed to punt his stack into the ether.
The next day the meetup moved to @Jeff house where we got to play with his PNY set.
This night would be one of my favorite poker nights if I actually remembered any of it.
Guinness and I had a flight out to Chicago the morning of Abbey’s gsme. We had a few beers at Logan Airport in Boston. Our flight was delayed, so we had a few more beers. Another delay, more beers. A third delay, and we had some beers and contemplating calling our families to say goodbye because there is no way we’re surviving this trip.
The flight finally goes and I ask the stewardess for a couple beers. She says “you’ve been over served” which I’d never heard before. I told her I was fine if she wanted to give the beers to me underhand, I’d pay for them either way. She told to shut up and sit down.
We play poker on the plane and I lose a few hundred.
We land and Guinness strikes up a conversation with the cabbie and convinced him to stop for a 6 pack on the way to Abbey’s.
We get to Abbey’s and we’re fairly well polluted. Her locals are taking the 25/50c game very seriously as we repeatedly bomb pots pre with 74o and Q2s.
Guinness quickly gets bored and demands $300 flips, which take place during the hand on top of the flop with 3 locals in it. They start mumbling that we don’t respect poker as we gesticulate wildly at each other and speak in a guttural language only understood by drunks from the Northeast.
At some point I must’ve went on a heater and built the stack below. Abbey’s sister tries to give Guinness a tour of the place and he runs away from her. Abbey’s sister is mixing drinks for us with enough alcohol in them to float the Titanic. I wake up at 6a in a hotel room I don’t remember checking into lying diagonally on the bed fully clothed.
Day two would start a few hours later where we decided it was a good idea to play pot limit Badugi and other games that are an abomination when played in big bet format. Guinness asked to use Courage’s truck to drive home. Courage said sure and as Guinness walks away with the keys he mentions that he can’t see anything but spots. From the corner we hear Courage meekly utter “…..I really liked that truck”.
I continue 2 meetup streaks on day 3. One is stacking Jeff in the post tourney cash game with holdings that include the instruction card, an Uno card, and a menu for a local Chinese restaurant. The other is playing the tournament in a physical state where my liver actually petitions to leave my body and declare itself an independent and free organ, no longer subject to the oppressive rule of my broken and feeble will. I think I busted first or second with a premium hand like 74s. Hard not to get that in on level 2.
Anyway, it was a great meetup. The parts I don’t remember, I just assume they were as fun as kicking soccer balls at a defenseless Josh Kifer.
I think the STFU chip was to honor my oral dissertation on the mating habits of humpback whales in the Northern Atlantic and how they differ from similar species in the warmer climates of the Caribbean. That, or I was repeatedly yelling for flips. Probably the whales.
