The Weekend That Was

I flamed out at my first poker tournament this weekend. I'm pretty sure I don't like poker tournaments, and it's not just because I lost¹. The thing that draws me to poker night is basically the social aspect. At the tournament everyone was there for the game. Sure there was drinking, jokes, and other social stuff going on but the master of the evening was the blinds timer. I'll be glad to go back to the smaller, more comfortable Thursday night setting.

So, already the night isn't going as well as it could. As we're driving into our drive way we notice that one of our front windows is broken. The first thing that goes through my head is did we get broken into, quickly followed by "oh crap, I hope the dogs are okay." As we moved to the door we could here the dogs stirring inside, so that was a relief...we just had to keep them away from the shards of broken glass. Then we got inside and saw the blood. Lots of blood. It was on the floor and smeared all over the windows. Right then we knew what happened.

For a while now the neighbor's dog has been coming onto our front porch and stirring shit up with Bash. I've even been home when it happened and it sounds really bad when they are barking at each other through the window. This time the two of them managed to break the window. We found glass on the inside and the outside, plus Bash had a cut on her bottom lip.

So, off to talk to the neighbors about their dog. It's always fun going over to somebody's place to tell them they (by neglecting their responsibility as dog owners in a city environment) screwed your house up. It went as well as we could have expected it to go.

My folks came over and we put up a piece of plywood over the broken window. It's really a tribute to the Okie blood that runs through my veins.

We also watched Fantastic Four, which was just horrible. Avoid it like the bird flu.

Sunday was spent mostly on the pool, and by 'on' I mean trying to get the damn pump working like it should, which means that I got a great sunburn. You may call me The Irish Lobster for the next fews days...but only if you want to get punched in the neck. I watched Paycheck and while it's not the worst John Woo movie ever, his record making movies in the US is just downright sad.

Anyway...here's to next weekend being less sun-burny and having better movies to watch.

¹ For the record, I was playing pretty by-the-book hold 'em and took a ridiculous number of bad beats. But then, that's what happens at tournaments...