Stag Rules!
I was being plied with all kinds of drinks on my stag do, so my memory of the night is poor, I can recall events up until the coffee tequila shots. We were in a bar and some promo girls were going around with a bottle and some shot glasses offering shots of whatever this new form of tequila was, as if tequila in itself is not enough, anyways, being the stag, I got a number of these thrust upon me and shortly after my memory goes blank.
Blank...
...until I sat down at the poker table!
The poker player within me awoke. I had £100 in front of me, it was a £1/2 cash game, full ring and I was wearing a cape.
I don't really like playing the cash games at the casino because I'm not rolled for it, but the standard is generally pretty poor, so I always feel like playing would be a good idea but I don't, for fear of losing. I later found out my friend and fellow poker degenerate, Brentos, had given me the £100 as a sort of stag do gift/gesture, splitting any profit 50/50.
The first hand I played that night has become the stuff legend in our group of friends, the first hand, I was dealt was a pair of aces. Before the action got to me, there were two limpers and a raise to £10. Obviously, I'm going to raise but how much? I wanted one person to come along, sure, but I didn't want to be playing a multi-way pot, whilst drunk. Struggling to work out what to do, what the right course of action was I just thought "to hell with it" and shoved for the full £100.
A mixture of hilarity and horror can be heard from my rail behind me, Brentos no doubt saying farewell to the £100 he just gave his drunk friend to play poker with, who is all in on the first hand, perhaps more horrified still when my all in is followed by another two all ins.
I don't know if the others players thought it was a shot at some easy money from the drunk guy in a cape or just fancied gambling, whatever the reason my opponents had 78 and AJ, and without so much as a sweat, I scooped the £300 pot! ACES!
I would have happily stood up and left at that point, etiquette prevents that of course, and I don't want to be the sort or arsehole who hits and runs but nothing was going to top that first hand, we had already peaked. I played for a while longer, I played pretty tight, I didn't want to lose it all like some drunken idiot. My stack hovered either side of the £300 mark, I got tired after a while, the initial jubilation of the crazy drunk guy in the cape died down, the table chat began to stifle and eventually my best man had a word in my ear, it was time to call it a night.
Blank...
...until I sat down at the poker table!
The poker player within me awoke. I had £100 in front of me, it was a £1/2 cash game, full ring and I was wearing a cape.
I don't really like playing the cash games at the casino because I'm not rolled for it, but the standard is generally pretty poor, so I always feel like playing would be a good idea but I don't, for fear of losing. I later found out my friend and fellow poker degenerate, Brentos, had given me the £100 as a sort of stag do gift/gesture, splitting any profit 50/50.
The first hand I played that night has become the stuff legend in our group of friends, the first hand, I was dealt was a pair of aces. Before the action got to me, there were two limpers and a raise to £10. Obviously, I'm going to raise but how much? I wanted one person to come along, sure, but I didn't want to be playing a multi-way pot, whilst drunk. Struggling to work out what to do, what the right course of action was I just thought "to hell with it" and shoved for the full £100.
A mixture of hilarity and horror can be heard from my rail behind me, Brentos no doubt saying farewell to the £100 he just gave his drunk friend to play poker with, who is all in on the first hand, perhaps more horrified still when my all in is followed by another two all ins.
I don't know if the others players thought it was a shot at some easy money from the drunk guy in a cape or just fancied gambling, whatever the reason my opponents had 78 and AJ, and without so much as a sweat, I scooped the £300 pot! ACES!
I would have happily stood up and left at that point, etiquette prevents that of course, and I don't want to be the sort or arsehole who hits and runs but nothing was going to top that first hand, we had already peaked. I played for a while longer, I played pretty tight, I didn't want to lose it all like some drunken idiot. My stack hovered either side of the £300 mark, I got tired after a while, the initial jubilation of the crazy drunk guy in the cape died down, the table chat began to stifle and eventually my best man had a word in my ear, it was time to call it a night.
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