GREENFORUMS EB POKER NIGHTS

I had a dream that on May 10th, at lethalverses pad in Makati, I was there with my greeny folks. As it was so hot and humid, even the prepared liquor and cold drinks were no match to quench the dried parched throats of everyone present. That night as well, the aircon was not working, and even the electric fan LV had was decommissioned for some strange twist of fate. Needless to say that everyone were busy fanning themselves with anything they got in hand, newspapers, magazine, coupon bonds, and even toiletries just to relieve themselves with this excruciating humid and hotsie night. But all in all, it was an experience, nobody would soon forget, and here's why...

Greepinoy Jason was first to arrive. LV made his assignment so well, preparing all the necessary stuff needed for this aybols, poker exclusive night. Then one by one, chroneicon, axel, mariano, gasoline dude, and cousin jeck was at the doorstep. They never wasted any time high fiving each other. Meanwhile, the girl entourage of ayzprincess, damdam and pampnoy were fashionably late. It was actually PB abnoy's fault as to why they were 29 minutes behind to this 7:00 o'clock tryst. They all had brought hard liquor and drinks to this occasion. But I, jimg29, just managed to bring une cerveza de pataranta, coz that's all I cared abawt.

The night started very well, singing karaoke, belting Regine and Charice songs. G dude, with his masculine physics was surprisingly demontrating his Celine Dion voice to my delight. Jeck of course did not disappoint with a Gary V. power ballad, Betty's In Bed! And LV strum the sitar err the guitar. Alex, in the meantime was busy preparing some snack in the kitchen, chicharong baboy, while constantly swigging a bottle of San Miguel. "I wont get drunk with this!", he told himself.

Cee Ay (chroneicon) was also shoving his foot on his mouth while arguing with his friend-boss Bavhengo. "I wont forget the deadline!", he yelled, to which I got no fucking clue. The ever so shy mariano was bessoted with the girls. They soon enjoy pinching each other nipples and smelling their under-arms. "Boy, wasnt that so hot!"

I should have brought Kidlat with me, but for unforseen reason, he was busy lightning in the bayou. Even Shayleigh, my loyal secretary was busy looking for dates with her nanny friends in some museums out there in Quebec. I told her to go west, where the real and macho men are one dime a dozen. I even called de Lyzius, but the bitch, was so busy emoting and finding her place in the desert sand.

Aahh James of course, the tarush guy was nowhere to be found. I suspect, he was just canoodling with his Korean boytoy learning to paint oriental origami and lettering styles.

So many people to mention, and I CUNT even comprehend that dream.

Until kdr and leyn showed up and hurriedly prepared the poker tables. They really did not care a hoot for they have each other company the entire night.

"You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, know when to walk away, know when to run". This is what I'm humming about while waiting for the tournament to start.

A little while soon when everybody had deeply fallen at ease with each other, the card game commence. Luck of the draw, I was chosen the initial button and by right became the dealer.

Nine people altogether were interested to partake with the showdown.
Flop after flops, turns, and rivers, every body had their share of winnings. GP's cowboys hand was good enough to beat Jeck's dueces. The entire night, for some strange reason, Jeckass was so lucky to get ducks, row upon row, and each time he would lose with a set or three of a kind.

They even tried to cheat pampnoy by declaring her straight to the six was beaten by a bicycle.

Ayzprincess was ever so happy receiving broadway cards, thinking that it was her chance to be discovered in Hollywood, haha. While axel in his confusion muck his quad draw to the delight of gdudes' mediocre trey hand.

I kept dealing a misdeal hands because I was getting drunk to this Vincent Van Gogh...wasn't this anise, French favorite potent drink? Well any hoo. Flushes after flushes was damdam's luck of the night until her face was evidently flustered in red. "I'm in no way drunk yet, bottom's up!"

But my claim to the pot was a James Bond gutsy move for a gut shot straight flush. (You dont know what I'm saying, do you?)

Girls were secretly hoping that this poker night would turn into a stripping contest. Because in the end, they were broke and lose all their chips.

Blinds after blinds, and big blinds, and high stake straddles, only moi, GP and LV was left for the showdown. Jeck was actually salivating at the thought of us dressing down to our socks. To which I was not really hard on (pardon the pun) to lay down.

We also had chop-chop hands, that left GP undressing his trousers. I even called a lousy hands just to check LV's heart rate to the board of 2 of hearts, 2 of spade, 9 of diamond, 9 of clubs, and Queen of diamond.
My card then was simply double snow men, while I suspected he had better hand. But I actually stole the pot for letting him think that I got set of Queens. Dumb moves always are triumphant, I may add. For he was actually helding pairs of ace at that time.

But of course this may never happen in real life. Tsk..tsk...Only in dreams.