Thursday, April 29, 2004
It hurtses usssssss...
Beer is a wonderful wonderful invention. I don't know who was the first to let wheat and barley rot in a silo and then say "Hey! I'll drink the sludge at the bottom of this!" but then again, I also don't know who was the first to look at a cow and say "I'm going to drink whatever comes out of these, just like baby cows!"
So yeah. Needless to say, I was at Taekwon-do last night, and then we went to BP's and I managed to consume copious quantities of beer that I have to pay for after the fact, (read, this morning) in installments. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to pay quickly enough for Beer's tastes, and he sent his collection agents after me to play the bongo with my skull.
Translation: I dislike hangovers supremely.
Still, it wasn't all bad. Sparring in particular was quite superlative, and I managed to at least fight a decent round against several of my usual adversaries. Even got some pictures of them, which I might post when I get a Round Tuit. (I keep misplacing the one I have...)
For tonight? So far I have no plan. I was going to be going to Calgary, and actually, I just might still, but all this will wait until this evening when I am less sub-human.
Other than all the misery mentioned above, I did a couple of things in the past couple of days that I haven't done in a long, long time. First, my results from gambling on Tuesday were not totally horrible. I managed to gamble for a good length at Palace, and did not actually lose any money (well, I spent money on cheese sticks in the restaurant, but I don't count that). After Palace, the gambling moved to my place and we played Crossfire. Crossfire is an interesting game.
A variant of poker, Crossfire has some interesting betting potential. See, everyone antes, and the cards are dealt (4 to each player, 5 in a 'plus' face-up in the middle, except for the middle one which is face down). From there, you attempt to make a decent 5-card hand, similar to 7-card-stud or something. If you decide to bet in the round, when the time comes, everyone goes to drop a token in the center. Those who do are in, and highest 5 card hand wins. Thing is, though, that if you lose, you then have to add the contents of the pot to the pot for the next round. Thus, the amount of money on the table gets larger and larger, quite quickly. For example, we had about 65 dollars on the table at one point, for one hand. Once only one person decides to go in on a hand, they have to simply beat the house hand (formed by the 5 table cards) and the money is theirs.
Once the cards were dealt and the debts settled, so to speak, I pleasantly discovered that I was up by about 16 dollars. I also discovered that the source of my new-found 16 dollars was the one person of the group that had lost a good chunk of money that night, and that I would probably never see my 16 dollars.
Sigh.
The other thing that I did (and that I had not done for some time, yes, I'm still on that...) was play the piano. For some reason, it was not as difficult as I had supposed. I'm not sure if it was the fact that I understand music better now that I'm older, or just the phase of the moon, but I felt I had a better handle of what the piano could do and how the notes worked together. It was quite odd, if you ask me.
So yeah. For now, I think recovery is my best plan, and that is what I plan on doing. Recovery, that is, as well as contemplating how Nickelback can release the EXACT SAME SONG twice as a Top 40 single and get away with it. (From One Good Thing) ¶ 12:11 p.m.
Beer is a wonderful wonderful invention. I don't know who was the first to let wheat and barley rot in a silo and then say "Hey! I'll drink the sludge at the bottom of this!" but then again, I also don't know who was the first to look at a cow and say "I'm going to drink whatever comes out of these, just like baby cows!"
So yeah. Needless to say, I was at Taekwon-do last night, and then we went to BP's and I managed to consume copious quantities of beer that I have to pay for after the fact, (read, this morning) in installments. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to pay quickly enough for Beer's tastes, and he sent his collection agents after me to play the bongo with my skull.
Translation: I dislike hangovers supremely.
Still, it wasn't all bad. Sparring in particular was quite superlative, and I managed to at least fight a decent round against several of my usual adversaries. Even got some pictures of them, which I might post when I get a Round Tuit. (I keep misplacing the one I have...)
For tonight? So far I have no plan. I was going to be going to Calgary, and actually, I just might still, but all this will wait until this evening when I am less sub-human.
Other than all the misery mentioned above, I did a couple of things in the past couple of days that I haven't done in a long, long time. First, my results from gambling on Tuesday were not totally horrible. I managed to gamble for a good length at Palace, and did not actually lose any money (well, I spent money on cheese sticks in the restaurant, but I don't count that). After Palace, the gambling moved to my place and we played Crossfire. Crossfire is an interesting game.
A variant of poker, Crossfire has some interesting betting potential. See, everyone antes, and the cards are dealt (4 to each player, 5 in a 'plus' face-up in the middle, except for the middle one which is face down). From there, you attempt to make a decent 5-card hand, similar to 7-card-stud or something. If you decide to bet in the round, when the time comes, everyone goes to drop a token in the center. Those who do are in, and highest 5 card hand wins. Thing is, though, that if you lose, you then have to add the contents of the pot to the pot for the next round. Thus, the amount of money on the table gets larger and larger, quite quickly. For example, we had about 65 dollars on the table at one point, for one hand. Once only one person decides to go in on a hand, they have to simply beat the house hand (formed by the 5 table cards) and the money is theirs.
Once the cards were dealt and the debts settled, so to speak, I pleasantly discovered that I was up by about 16 dollars. I also discovered that the source of my new-found 16 dollars was the one person of the group that had lost a good chunk of money that night, and that I would probably never see my 16 dollars.
Sigh.
The other thing that I did (and that I had not done for some time, yes, I'm still on that...) was play the piano. For some reason, it was not as difficult as I had supposed. I'm not sure if it was the fact that I understand music better now that I'm older, or just the phase of the moon, but I felt I had a better handle of what the piano could do and how the notes worked together. It was quite odd, if you ask me.
So yeah. For now, I think recovery is my best plan, and that is what I plan on doing. Recovery, that is, as well as contemplating how Nickelback can release the EXACT SAME SONG twice as a Top 40 single and get away with it. (From One Good Thing) ¶ 12:11 p.m.
