12-16-2001, 08:39 PM
This weekend was our anniversary, so we decided to put the dog in puppy camp and head south to the casino in the High Desert. A few pretty funny things were observed.
There was an old guy from outside of Yaak Montana in my game both nights. A guy who was from Montana in the game had never heard of it, but its a few miles from Canada on the Yaak river of course. This guy might make zee look like a typical suburban dweller. He was like 82 or 83, which many people did not believe. He looked like he was 60 at most. He said he just dumped his 5th wife and was looking for #6 and had a couple prospects. He lives 2.6 miles from the main road and the connection to it is not even a road he said. Mainly a trail with big rocks. He stole several dump trucks full of good gravel from the Forest Service to improve it but said they caught him twice so he had to stop stealing it. He just re-did his cabin so it would be fully modern and did all the work himself. Just got done hunting in Idaho. Says mountain lion is good eatin'. Talks about the ladies in raunchy terms you don't expect from 80 year olds because of your predetermined views of old people. He could take me in a fight I think, spotting me 50 years. Not the greatest poker player but had some sense bred of a lot of late nights in out of the way poker games I think. Interesting guy.
We went to the "gourmet" room at the casino for our anniversary dinner. It really is an OK place, but they try real hard to be elegant with staff that maybe hasn't ever been to a nice restaurant and some customers who maybe haven't either. The funny thing that happened was after-dinner drinks. We decided to have some port and this restaurant has a few decent ones. But the waitress from Mississippi, bless her heart, didn't quite get the idea of port. They didn't have enough of the port we selected for two glasses, so we switched to a different one. Then we realized why they didn't have enough for two glasses. This waitress didn't know what kind of glasses port went in (I think they have the correct glasses because I have ordered it there before) so she took a couple champagne flutes and filled'em to the rim. It was a generous pour to say the least and we probably shouldn't have played poker afterwards, but we did and both won.
The best thing, however, was today's poker tournament. High Desert Poker Wife said she wanted to try the tournament so she could get a feel for hold'em for not too much money. I said OK, and gave her some hints. (She has watched me play and played once at the Palms in a soft game where she made some bizarre moves) Anyway, we know the result don't we? HDPM and HDPW made the final table. HDPM was short stacked of course, so in the hand before the blinds would wipe him out he went all-in w/ AK and got called by some guy with K-Ts. We know the result right? An ace came on the flop but the runner-runner flush was a mortal lock. HDPM eliminated, but HDPW going strong at the final table, which was no-limit. Three-way chop for the win with the first-place commemorative jacket going to the High Desert Poker Wife. Send it. I got to watch her play at the final table and it was great. Talk about covering your eyes and peeking through your fingers. But I shouldn't have worried. It was a lock. She's going to wear that stylish jacket to the office tomorrow I think.
There was an old guy from outside of Yaak Montana in my game both nights. A guy who was from Montana in the game had never heard of it, but its a few miles from Canada on the Yaak river of course. This guy might make zee look like a typical suburban dweller. He was like 82 or 83, which many people did not believe. He looked like he was 60 at most. He said he just dumped his 5th wife and was looking for #6 and had a couple prospects. He lives 2.6 miles from the main road and the connection to it is not even a road he said. Mainly a trail with big rocks. He stole several dump trucks full of good gravel from the Forest Service to improve it but said they caught him twice so he had to stop stealing it. He just re-did his cabin so it would be fully modern and did all the work himself. Just got done hunting in Idaho. Says mountain lion is good eatin'. Talks about the ladies in raunchy terms you don't expect from 80 year olds because of your predetermined views of old people. He could take me in a fight I think, spotting me 50 years. Not the greatest poker player but had some sense bred of a lot of late nights in out of the way poker games I think. Interesting guy.
We went to the "gourmet" room at the casino for our anniversary dinner. It really is an OK place, but they try real hard to be elegant with staff that maybe hasn't ever been to a nice restaurant and some customers who maybe haven't either. The funny thing that happened was after-dinner drinks. We decided to have some port and this restaurant has a few decent ones. But the waitress from Mississippi, bless her heart, didn't quite get the idea of port. They didn't have enough of the port we selected for two glasses, so we switched to a different one. Then we realized why they didn't have enough for two glasses. This waitress didn't know what kind of glasses port went in (I think they have the correct glasses because I have ordered it there before) so she took a couple champagne flutes and filled'em to the rim. It was a generous pour to say the least and we probably shouldn't have played poker afterwards, but we did and both won.
The best thing, however, was today's poker tournament. High Desert Poker Wife said she wanted to try the tournament so she could get a feel for hold'em for not too much money. I said OK, and gave her some hints. (She has watched me play and played once at the Palms in a soft game where she made some bizarre moves) Anyway, we know the result don't we? HDPM and HDPW made the final table. HDPM was short stacked of course, so in the hand before the blinds would wipe him out he went all-in w/ AK and got called by some guy with K-Ts. We know the result right? An ace came on the flop but the runner-runner flush was a mortal lock. HDPM eliminated, but HDPW going strong at the final table, which was no-limit. Three-way chop for the win with the first-place commemorative jacket going to the High Desert Poker Wife. Send it. I got to watch her play at the final table and it was great. Talk about covering your eyes and peeking through your fingers. But I shouldn't have worried. It was a lock. She's going to wear that stylish jacket to the office tomorrow I think.