Merriment in Malvern
Things I did this weekend:
1. Encouraged a Canadian (eh?) to make an illegal turn and then watched her sweet-talk her way out of being deported when she was pulled over by local law enforcement not 60 seconds later. The phrases "my husband's car", "over 10 hours on the road", "from Ontario" and "not familiar with your crazy laws down here" may have been uttered. The icing was when she innocently added that she was in town for a "charity event". Smooth!
2. Participated in the first-ever blogger limit HOST game. The rules were simple: everyone started with 30 chips and limits of 1 and 2. Four games were in the mix (holdem, omaha, stud and triple draw), with each game getting one full orbit. The first person to run out of chips had to buy the next round of drinks for the table, and then we would reset all stacks and start over. None of us thought to call this game SHOT, but that's probably because we were all drinking beer.
3. Went to my first "Cracker Barrel", located somewhere east of Philadelphia and just north of hell. This was after I was forced to leave a "Friendly's" restaurant in embarassment because one of my traveling companions could not refrain from dropping several loud, unfriendly F-bombs on the assemblage, who were all freshly scrubbed and just from church. If she tells you her mother doesn't love her, it's because she's GOING TO HELL, aka "just south of Cracker Barrel".
4. Gave Joe Speaker plastic mardi gras beads in exchange for a glimpse of his chest. Did you hear that ladies? I'm not sure who it puts Under Suspicion more, the ogler or the ogled, but since both of us were already Under Suspicion anyway, you can all kiss my ass.
5. Six words: high card out of the muck.
6. Oh, and there was this big charity party thing, where I consumed copious amounts of booze with over two dozen people, some of whom I've known for upwards of two years. It was only slightly embarassing to have each successive bartender at Flanigan's Boathouse say to me "F-Train! I remember you!", but thankfully I was eliminated from consideration for the Lewey Award for Public Intoxication early on after TripJax decided he would try to go shot for shot with The Man. Big. Mistake.
Big shout out to Al, Big Mike, Steve, Eva, and everyone else who put this thing together and made it so great.