I Love When Life Is Lovely

I often think my life is a series of unfortunate events.  But when life throws me a bone, I usually appreciate it.  I went to Atlantic City yesterday.  My brother lives a town or so over and well let me backtrack.  Since he lives so close and his former roommate is a poker dealer at one of the casinos, they play poker for fun a lot.  We’ve started playing at almost all family functions.  I kept saying I want to play in AC, but I’m too scared and intimidated.  He plays all the time so he said he would take me.  I never thought he’d actually follow through, but he did.  I started at 2-4 poker, where I lost 40 bucks very quickly.  Then we entered the (100 dollar) tournament.  I won’t bore you with all the poker talk.  Which, let me just tell you, I can’t stand people who drop poker phrases at every moment possible.  I get it, you know the game.  You think you’re going to beat me.  I know that I have cowboys or trips.  I don’t announce it to the table when I show my cards.  You don’t need to insist "good hand" to someone all the time.  Thanks.  That’s why I played it.  Or good bet.  Really, good bet.  Thanks, I thought so too.  That’s why I bet it. 

Anyway, I came in about 64 out of 150-something.  But I think what was even better about it was that the brother and I got along really well.  We’ve had our issues in the past, as is well documented here.  I think he’s coming around and being better about staying in touch.  He still doesn’t know much about my life, but this is still huge to me.

In other news, I went on my first business trip.  To Florida.  It was…interesting.  The client was…interesting.  I’m still working on it, from the office.  I left 515 am Monday and came back 1130 pm friday.  It was a long week.

Sorry it’s short but always too much to do.

~Dora