Jesse May Eat Your Heart Out

A top night it was last night, playing poker with the footy blokes. Up to our usual standard in all respects: a two-kebab occasion, no less. Hurty head in the morning, but that’s par for the course. Excellent hosting from Dino, and a truly effete forfeit drink for the late antes and bum deals: Creme de Framboise. Ick.

One of us has to remember an iPod and a cable next time, though. We had just the one CD on repeat all goddam night, and if I ever hear “Mi Tierra” by Gloria Estefan again it will be too soon.

Who could stand the pace and who couldn’t? You decide…

Carl sparked out
Rob slumped

“S seor, s seor, es mi son…”

Start Slide Show with PicLens Lite PicLens

Leave a Reply