Another fine mess

Why do we do it, I mean it seems like a good idea at the time but come on, we know better, drink and poker don’t mix. Fuck sake, the very clicking of the keys as I type this is causing an ache behind my left eye, Christ I need doctoring.

Anyway, despite all the promises I made to myself, I once again ended up in the Westwood last night, and had the mixed fortune of starting at the same table as John "The Milkybar Kid" Cullinane, Dave "Never leave your mobile unattended around this Bastard" Curtis and Pat "The Galway Man" O Callaghan. The company and crack was great for the 3.6 seconds (may have been a little longer but not much) that I lasted in the tournament, but it all went pear shaped fairly quickly as I found myself in a round with the 3 stooges.

The Kid and the mobile bandit were already well on it after enjoying some post work cocktails, so of course the Galwegian and I felt honour bound to attempt to catch up. So 1 hour and 4 pint after I got to the Westwood I was signing up for my first side table, oh man what a train wreck, a five hander winner take all €100 sit n’ go containing Fintan “The Suicide Bomber” Gavin, and good to his name he blew up on the second hand (he was playing ultra tight) and took 2 poor innocent bastards with him. I missed most of what happen over the next 10 minutes but suffice to say I was soon back at the bar celebrating my second place finish.

It wasn’t long before the 3 stooges became the gruesome twosome when the Kid joined me on the sit n’ go circuit. This of course meant that I got lumbered with the shitty job of having to go to the bar for John every time it was his round to save him the embarrassment of being asked for ID. A real pain in the ass but the Kid was on Jack and coke at this stage and he’s a mean drunk so I didn’t have much choice.

Soon enough Dave “I just bought a Harley, oh why oh why can nobody hear my desperate cry for help” Curtis and Pat “I’ll be very surprised if I don’t win tonight.” O Callaghan had also joined the minor leagues, the gallon mark had long since come and gone, and everything was starting to get a little hazy.
I remember playing notes poker, which is a little strange as I don’t remember every being able to play the game, also there was definitely some unlimited re-buy games that bore a closer resemblance to a riot the a card game. It all started to get darker from then on.

I woke for work this morning with a pounding headache, an empty wallet and a vague recollection of a cash game, Jesus I hope that doesn’t come back to bit me in the ass, and thought to myself, ‘”Why do I do it”, surely I am old enough and ugly enough at this stage to know drinking and gambling don’t mix. I’ll probably never learn, but it will be all worth will if even one young player reads this and learns from my foolishness, “Beware the demon drink”.

As for me I can’t wait to get pissed up at the Super Sat on Friday.