Buenos Nachos.



Our monthly poker soirée came and went in a blur of Jagermeister, chips
(both salt & vinegar and the plastic variety), Absolut vodka,
testosterone and over-enthusiastic betting.



Troy arrived late and left early, buoyed by a number of respectable
wins, a healthy amount of Jager and the self-confidence of a man twice
his size.



Benny too arrived fashionably behind schedule, but unfortunately did not fare as well
as his ex-104 playing partner. He was last seen taking his aggressions
out on unsuspecting motorists along the parkway.

Currently Channel 7 are attempting to contact him regarding inclusion
on their "World Records" show for the fastest land speed ever clocked
by a 1987 Ford Meteor.



SeaBass played his usual tight game, and only succumbed to adventurous
betting when boredom set in. He didn't, however, fare as well in the
tournament and was duly removed by Ben who made a ridiculously dodgy
two pair out of nothing.

Our heartfelt thoughts go out to Seb and his wallet.



Alabama initially played like a man possessed, however towards the end
of the evening he seemed to more resemble a man who had been
repossessed due to delinquent payments.

On the upside, Bama's side bets on the football, cricket, hockey, ice
skating, ballet and cockroach racing did in fact bring him out on top.



Rach was well ahead in the early stages, but then decided that she
couldn't lose and so took that opportunity to prove herself thoroughly
incorrect in that assumption.

She did regain some composure in the final tourney, but was removed by
Ben's barefaced luck (see above). Ben took this opportunity to offer a
sensual massage, but was politely refused.

It was later discovered he was actually talking to himself.



Yours truly started off like a one-eyed pirate with the patch over the
wrong eye (all my own material folks); at one stage having to borrow
twenty bucks off Troy to subsidise the fifty beans I'd already blown
through in the space of an hour.

This was, however, the low point in the afternoon as I recovered to not
only win back my original stake, return Troy his advance but also go on
to win the tournament.



There is a God. And his name is Gamblor.





And just to put this into perspective and make us all feel like we're
complete amateurs, Rhino went to Canberra Casino last night and took
out their poker jackpot.

But that's ok....he didn't win that much.

Only $100,000!!!!!!!

A hundred grand.



But you know what....it couldn't happen to a nicer bloke.



Good on you tiger, well deserved.