Definitely a bizarre night

I went to play poker at Steve's last night. We tend to do this on Thursday nights, for some reason. We don't start til 11 or so (after Steve gets off work), and we go til whenever we're done.

It started out fairly normally, I got picked up and we went to pick Thaila up, then Steve called looking for a ride. We booted downtown and after he got off work we somehow crammed him into the back seat with us. Now, nobody in that car was what you'd call "little", and the back seat was bizarrely narrow.

I'm still not sure how we pried ourselves out, but I'm pretty sure the first person getting up made a sound like a cork popping.

When we got upstairs, the entire living room was full of porn magazines. I guess one of Steve's housemates got them for free, but they were everywhere. Every table, every chair, the floor around the TV, wall to wall porn. I won't pass judgement on the quality, but I will say that there was one shoot where the guy was done up in full zombie makeup. The girls were normal. I'm still scratching my head about that.

On to the actual poker. Every hand had an 8 come up on the table. I can only remember two hands that didn't, and getting an 8 dealt to you was basically a guaranteed way to win the hand. I got a steady stream of low-high combinations, but I managed to do pretty well, and I was chip leader for a while.

Steve was the first to get knocked out, and then the game stayed in stasis for another hour or so. People won big hands, lost big hands, but the chip balance stayed more or less even. Except for mine, mine steadily decreased.

I'd been getting terrible hands dealt to me, and even when I got something good I got beaten. I was down to a pretty short stack, so when I got dealt a pair of jacks, I knew I had to make my move. I went all in, and Mat called me without even looking at his cards. Lo and behold, he had aces.

I hate poker.

Until next week.