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figures the straight guy would be best at poke-her


Kevin and the guys have “worn out” the dart machine… (the board sensor went out)….

So last Monday’s Steve brought chips, we had cards and I learned how to play poker… (several flavors – the names of which I can’t remember now).

Andy jovially handed us our asses… and we handed him our chips.

The strategic nuances involved in the game-play make me feel like I’m missing some core life-skill my folks must have failed to install during my childhood….

It was still fun – and nice too because Chad and I got to “play with the boys” for a change. (Normally when they play darts – we play Wii and make trailer-trash appetizers and other spouse-black-listed food).

Enablers you say?

so be it – I ain’t babbling about it.

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bloghold.8


bloghold, subcategory = friends, nanocategory = friend-in-law

commentary: Rico’s good friend Kevin (formerly from St. Louis but now moved to Chicago for work)…. He was in town over the weekend and they stopped by to hang out at our place one night. Real sweetheart and a handsome bloke to boot…. We’ve known him for years – just our paths have seldom crossed. We’ve promised the next time we go up to visit Julie, we’ll make some time to visit with him too.

serial hook = I’m babbling.

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boys night


As loosely prophesied over the weekend: Thursday night came and so did our closet dart shark buddies.

Andy… Dr. Steve… Kiwi.

Chad and I mostly stayed outa the back of the house and let them have their fun…

Judging from the yells coming from the back room – I’d say fun is exactly what they had.

So used to have “girls night” at our place with Elise and our other girlfriends – it was weird having the, (*grunt*), (*snort*), fella’s over.

It’s such a different vibe when guys congregate… I think it’s cool, (and a little unfair), that we can get into both the girls’ *and* the boys’ clubhouse.

gotta run.

T.G.I.Chicken

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dart machine


We were out for Thursday night darts months ago when I overheard someone ask the bartender if they knew of anyone who would want to buy a full-size arcade dart machine.

As soon as Kevin was distracted on the other end of the bar I grabbed the guy and told him *I* knew of someone who’d be interested in said dart machine.

I got the rest of the story… He had to move out of town and was unloading a lot of his stuff.

It took a couple of months of covert coordination – but we finally got it.

It’s a full-size, “real” dart machine alright… (circa 1989)…. Takes quarters…. makes annoying blippy music… the whole nine yards.

Birthday boy was ecstatic and has since played it so much since getting it last week that he’s already blown a fuse.

Andy came along with Elise for Friday night to help Kevin break in the board. (Found out he’s quite the dart-shark to ours and his wife’s surprise). They were throwing rounds until 1:30 until, get this, *ELISE* was nagging to go home and go to bed.

Now there’s talk of Thursday night darts at our place instead with Andy, Kiwi and Dr. Steve.

Anyway – that was Friday night of the holiday chicken.