azurelunatic | A little gambling is fun when you're with me...

So today (technically yesterday) I met a friend for the first time. It transpired that for reasons which would make sense if fully explained, there was a crash poker tutorial going on in Oakland, and did I want to show up. Yes, in fact, I did.

I was awkward and clumsy but settled into the groove relatively quickly. My experience with poker was a few hands in high school drama class, and then a shiny little tutorial-mode thingy much later. Playing with humans involves hijinks including elements of Go Fish showing up, one conversation entirely in R.E.M. lyrics, and the occasional intrusion of Horrible Things From The Internet.

oakandsage: My brain is informing me with terrifying glee that "it is the night of our Deer-savior's birth." #what

azurelunatic: @oakandsage Does the Deer-saviour die and become an assquatch? #Importantquestions

oakandsage: @azurelunatic WHAT DOES THAT SAVE BECAUSE IT IS NOT MY SANITY

azurelunatic: @oakandsage ASK NOT FOR WHOM THE DOE BELL TOLLS

oakandsage: @azurelunatic >.<

oakandsage: @azurelunatic >_<

oakandsage: @azurelunatic >________<

azurelunatic: @oakandsage ^_^ IT TOLLS FOR THEE. (ask not for whom the toll house tolls?)

zarhooie: @azurelunatic @oakandsage ask not for whom the toll house cookies-- it cookies for thee.

This conversation, of course, resulted in me needing to explain the noble Assquatch to the table. I have a feeling that this thing will be the running joke in my head for quite a while until something else more hilariously horrible happens.

zarhooie called in the middle of all this, so I got to explain that I was out playing poker, with one of Rah's friends; no, not that one, the other one. Upon learning that it was poker, Kat cautioned me to not let the dealer screw me, and that peanut butter was Not Lube, and a non-Newtonian fluid, so if there was banging, the peanut butter would not be slippery.

Later, of course, the dealer was screwing us all. But that was okay, because we were playing with chips for shits and giggles, and there were a lot of giggles.

Da Vinci's Notebook's "Seaside Lament" has been in my head since Wednesday or Thursday, but our hostess's earworm briefly replaced it. Then it was back, with a vengeance, having picked up "Poker Face", and the two started banging, using peanut butter for lube.

Braining that much was surprisingly exhausting, so I headed out, got refueled on the cheap side of the Bay, and went home.