Post game randomness

Here's some of the stupid thoughts that go thru the head on a post-drinking saturday in the world of yours truly:

First off, I'm not even drunk. I was at the bar for 6 hours, but it's hard to get drunk when you have other people to concern yourself with.

I'm a self professed vagina blocker. Yes, I ruined my female friends chances with a bartender, just cuz I found it really funny. Man, he shot her down with gusto after a few comments from me. It was priceless. : )

I'd like your feedback, readers. Here's the situation. Was I right or wrong?

Tim and and nameless female friend go to bar, at 4:30PM. We drink...a fair amount. Tim is much better at handling booze than nameless female friend. Nameless female friend, in her own way, decides that she wants to find me a woman. Tim explains his massive shyness. Nameless female friend thinks I'm full of shit, and goes on a mission. Friend finds a potential woman. Potential woman is instantly named Busty Leroux by Tim. Tim was trying to be a pig. It didn't work. She thinks that's cute, for some reason. Tim is skeptical. Potential woman broke up with her boyfriend a month ago, had his kid, he's massively abusive, and insanely jealous, and "might" be coming by the foggy tonight. But...potential woman is pretty damn hot. But Tim knows that hot woman is only talking to Tim cuz his nameless female friend asked her to. Tim is polite, and talks to her for a while...and stares at her boobs. Hey, they were nice, give a nigga a break. Potential woman disappears with her friend to dance (she did ask me to dance, I'll give her that...but anyone who knows me should know how bad of an idea that is....I did offer to watch her dance, and she accepted that offer.) Anyways, here comes Tim's conundrum.

Dunno what a conundrum is, do you? Go look it up. Geesh people, you gotta keep up.

Nameless female friend is getting quite drunk. Tim isn't. Tim's a lil stressed out about nameless female drunken friend trying to hook him up with anything that has 3 holes and a pulse. Crude, yes. Demeaning, yes. Accurate, yes.

*side note*

Anyone who is thinking...."what the hell is his problem? His friend is trying to get him laid....why is he pissed?"....well, I wasn't pissed, nor am I now. I just hate the awkwardness that is caused by the situation. Tim = shy. Random convo with random woman who has been told all of my "best qualities" = Tim not knowing what the fuck to do or say. I know how lame it sounds, but it's true. Tim has confidence issues. Who woulda thunk it?

*side note bitterly over*

I'm leading up to the judgement part people. Be patient.

After a long time of nameless female friend alternating between playing pool with me, talking to other women in the pool room and pointing at me, and hugging me and telling me all about what I could "offer a woman", I start to get a lil weirded out. Suddenly I felt all this pressure, for some odd reason. I hate that feeling, quite possibly more than any other feeling. So I made a decision.

I left. I left nameless female friend there, on her own. And I bolted.

I didn't do it inannounced. In fact, I made sure that:

A) Nameless female friend knew I was leaving.

B) I gave nameless female friend a bunch of money, to make sure she could pay for drinks all night and be able to cover a cab ride home. And pay for whatever painkillers she'll need in the morning, cuz I know what kinda hungovers this girl suffers from. : )

C) I told a few of my new "friends" to look out for her, so she didn't do anything too stupid.

Normally, I would rarely leave a friend like that. Guy, girl, whatever. I'd make sure they made it outta there okay, made it home alive and well. Drunk, sober, whatever. Tonight was different though. It didn't have much to do with this particular friend...I would do anything for her, the way I would for all my friends. I just felt really pressured, and it sucked, and I couldn't deal with it. So I pussied out and left her there.

Here's the question for my friends. Am I a complete and total asshole? Should I have stayed and taken care of her? Or did I cover myself sufficiently by making sure she was covered, financally and otherwise?

I certainly feel like an asshole right now.

I left a message on her cell to call me as soon as she gets the message, no matter what time it is. When she calls, I'll feel better. Right now, I feel shitty. I'm debating taking a cab back there to make sure she's okay. But I know I'd never get back in (lineups suck at the foggy), and who knows if she's still there.

My other friend just brought up a good point. Would I feel this bad if I ditched Mikey, or Len, or Shawn at the bar? Hell, I ditched Shawn at the bar LAST NIGHT. No, I wouldn't feel as bad. But she's a girl, it's different. All those homos are quality drinkers, and can handle their shit. I'm pretty sure she can take care of herself, but I don't know 100nbsp; that scares me a lil, and I feel guilty.

After listening to her tell multiple women that I was all these nice things....I go and prove her wrong by leaving her there, alone. If you ever read this, nameless female friend, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you, if you'll let me. And if you happened to get busty leroux's #, hook a brotha up, yo. : )

Pre game randomness

Here's some of the stupid thoughts that go thru the head on a pre-drinking saturday in the world of yours truly:

Did the first sentence make sense?

I hit the corner doin 90, aww shit, them bitches right behind me, they take a shot and hit my fuckin tire, I jump out the car and I open fire. Tupac Shakur. Lyrical Lexicon.

Actually, Keith Murray was the lyrical lexicon...but it's more fitting for Tupac okay?

You don't know what lexicon means, do you? Go look it up. Geesh people, you gotta keep up.

No, I haven't been drinking, yet. There's only 1 corona in this whole house. Shawn has the rest of my beer, that rat bastard.

Wasting your entire night at the bar on women that are 15 years older than you is just that....a waste of time. My friends (ie RODGER) are retarded.

Talking about your dead parents at the bar after....15-20 beer?....isn't too smart.

Blackwood yells too much. : )

Gotta play more FCP tourneys...they're easy money.

I owe my dad 250 less than I thought I did....the world is nice to me today.

I didn't help Mikey move. He didn't ask me. He asked Len. I could have volunteered my services, I guess. I just didn't feel like my presence was required, or for that matter, encouraged. Plus, the bastard never helped me move upstairs. : )

I haven't seen Len in a long time, till about an hour ago. He's my old roomate, the guy I went to Alaska with. Last time I saw him before today, I ended up at the same bar I was at last night. And I woke up here the next morning (on the living room floor, as usual) with no memory of most of the night. I never did get around to asking what the hell happened.

Why do I fall asleep on the living room floor so much? I used to use the "I came home drunk, and I was lying down on the floor playing with my cat, and I fell asleep" excuse. You know, the one that everyone uses when they fall asleep on the living room floor. Anyways, my cat wasn't here last night...so I have to come up with a new excuse. Dammit.

Amy Lee's hot. Can't wait for new Evanescence....september, I think?

Speaking of cats...Riddick hasn't come home in 3 days. Colour me worried.

How am I gonna go get more beer?

Playing poker today is pointless...I have a headache from previously mentioned floor incident.

I know there's a website dedicated to him (doylesroom.com), but come on people, does Doyle Brunson even know how to turn on a fucking computer, much less play online poker? He's like, 132 years old! why did I buy an online poker book "written" by him then? Cuz I'm a sucker, that's why.

It's raining. But does it matter? When it's sunny, I just play poker in the comfort of my home. So why do I bitch when the weather sucks? I'm not sure.

I opened my only corona. Must...drink...slowly.

I owe Morgan a WHOLE blog entry dedicated to our friendship (and yahoo groups!).

I want a pet monkey.

Brian's heineken experience video was funny, in a bizarre way.

Edmonton's up 3-0 in the 2nd. This could cost me some money.

I wanna go to the draft.

I wanna go to Argentina/Mexico/Australia/Anywhere more.

I'm getting boring now. I'm done.

Subjectless

Hey hey. Not much been goin on the last week or so. Went to the shark club and Foggy for Brian's going away thinger on friday. Had fun. Not as much as Shawn apparently, but it was enough for me. Saturday, went out with Jamie and Deann for a few drinks....Jamie lives in my hood now, so we can be bestest friends again....either that, or she'll just use me for my washer and dryer. : )

I inspire Morgan to blog...I fucking rule!

I think I might actually do my taxes this year.

Been doing quite well at poker lately...cashed in a couple 20 dollar tourneys (one for 325), and my ROI in my last 75 SnG's is over 60%. ROI = return on investment, by the way. 75 SnG's cost 825 dollars total to enter. Over the last 75, I've won a total of 1340 dollars. So I'm up 515. Profit divided by total cost = ROI. 515/825 = 62.4%.

That's your math lesson for the night.

Hockey's been crazy. No canucks, but oh well. Tonsa goals, good overtimes, and one of the biggest hits of the last 50 years. Campbell on Umberger will be remembered FOREVER. Even a person that HATES hockey would cringe at this hit. It was amazing...and clean.

Canucks fired Crawford. I don't personally think he was the problem, I think it was a lack of chemistry in the room (ie. TODD). It'll be interesting to see who replaces him.

I wanna go camping!

That's all for now.

Blog eating &%$#.

Myspace eats fucking blog entries ALL THE TIME. It's fucking annoying!

I don't feel like re-typing. It was mostly bout poker newayz. If anyone wants to know what royal holdem or 2-7 triple draw are, I'll explain another time.

I'm goin to read the Bourne Ultimatum...again.