Thats how i would describe how im feeling at the moment. Im disappointed because noone has made much of an effort to win me over in the quest for an invitation to Abbey's Xmas Party. People should be sucking up to me and buying me presents... But its not happening. It should be, if you wanna go. You have 3 days to get some game and treat me.
Anyway, i have to blog and brag about me betting over the 2 days. I have won a combined $57, with 3 won bets and 1 lost bet. Just had to mention that. And that im not hearing much about Kelly and Brock's TAB accounts, so im guessing they are slowly succumbing to the system. Fools.
Since i last posted, it seems that Benny Cousins has found a home with Richmond. Good on him. I probably wouldnt have cared too much if he didnt get drafted, cos he sort of deserved it. But he did, and i just hope he smokes it (no pun intended) and everyone gets off his back for a while.
The only gay thing about the whole Ben Cousins saga, is how much its been in the media. Back and front page mention every day this week, and even on foxtel i see his noggin or hear about him every 5 minutes. Its pretty pathetic that there wasnt better news than where he was possibly, hypothetically, and maybe going to go. But i suppose Kelly's fight wasnt exactly back news material, and Calum's duck on the weekend wasnt much to write about...
Today i went over Mulks, again, and we played some poker. Tom forgot to bring his brain, and went all in on shit cards and was knocked out early. Calum was the early leader, while Kelly languished chip-wise towards the bottom for a long while. James won some back off Calum and Kelly perished soon after, leaving myself James and Calum in the game, with me on probably half the chips they each had. But you cant keep a player down for too long, and i called Calum's all in and won on the river with a straight, i was pretty happy.
The final between me and James dragged on for ages, as i just couldnt finish him, but the end result was as it was always going to be, a win to yours truly.
A repeat of the performance will happen soon, as a poker night is in the works...
Im out.
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Thursday, December 18, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Lately
Well the weekend was sort of eventful i guess. Friday night i had to work, and i was hell mad about it, cos everyone decided they would go out once again. Cowtown was on, which made me even madder, but i decided i would go after work and catch up. But as it happened, i used my Jedi mind tricks and brazen charm to get off at 8, and i went out with the guys.
It was a bit anticlimax actually, cos i knew as many Cowtown songs as Cal does women, which is to say, not very many. (sorry Cal, i havnt ripped on you in a while...) . But the beers went down good so that was okay with me... And soon as Kelly got given the ultimate Ultimatum by the lovely Morgs (i wont say what, but you can probably guess) and bailed on us, we decided the time was cherry ripe to leave.
And Saturday i saw Chels for a bit, went to Steph's house. Which is quite wicked, she has a sun heated pool, even though it had a bug that bit me hell bad, thought i was might die. And a huge ass clock. (yes, i did mean clock, you dirty minded freaks) And a bench with like indents in it that doubles as like a sink drainer, it was pretty cool. If your into houses and shit anyway..
And today i S.F.A. Actually went and saw Mulks again for a bit. We played horse at the leisure centre, where i preceded to dominate them... and because Tom isnt with you at the moment, he cant tell you otherwise. Then i got mad when i realised its my last game for like ever tomoro night, actually im still hell mad now thinking about it, i am punching the keys hell hard in anger. But not as angry as Kelly was in his little smish last week...
Today was also the day that Lebron and the Cavs lost their first game in ages... im pretty mad about that too, because the Cavs were in both my bets. I lost them both cos of that, the tossers.
Anyway, thats about all i can think of saying atm. Oh, except Chelsea doesnt want to go with me to the Staff Xmas Party at Abbey, so auditions to be my faux-girlfriend/boyfriend for the night are being held this week... so treat me real nice.
Okay, im out. peace.
It was a bit anticlimax actually, cos i knew as many Cowtown songs as Cal does women, which is to say, not very many. (sorry Cal, i havnt ripped on you in a while...) . But the beers went down good so that was okay with me... And soon as Kelly got given the ultimate Ultimatum by the lovely Morgs (i wont say what, but you can probably guess) and bailed on us, we decided the time was cherry ripe to leave.
And Saturday i saw Chels for a bit, went to Steph's house. Which is quite wicked, she has a sun heated pool, even though it had a bug that bit me hell bad, thought i was might die. And a huge ass clock. (yes, i did mean clock, you dirty minded freaks) And a bench with like indents in it that doubles as like a sink drainer, it was pretty cool. If your into houses and shit anyway..
And today i S.F.A. Actually went and saw Mulks again for a bit. We played horse at the leisure centre, where i preceded to dominate them... and because Tom isnt with you at the moment, he cant tell you otherwise. Then i got mad when i realised its my last game for like ever tomoro night, actually im still hell mad now thinking about it, i am punching the keys hell hard in anger. But not as angry as Kelly was in his little smish last week...
Today was also the day that Lebron and the Cavs lost their first game in ages... im pretty mad about that too, because the Cavs were in both my bets. I lost them both cos of that, the tossers.
Anyway, thats about all i can think of saying atm. Oh, except Chelsea doesnt want to go with me to the Staff Xmas Party at Abbey, so auditions to be my faux-girlfriend/boyfriend for the night are being held this week... so treat me real nice.
Okay, im out. peace.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Out on the town/Richer
Well last night was friday night, aka Party Night. It was amazing.
We had the boys back together for the first time in a long time, with Morgs and Karen in our entourage. The night started off with a few jugs of Beez, some famous Vasse fries with double aioli, and a wicked pizza. And as promised, there was gambling involved. Me and Kel snuck through the doors a couple of times to punt on a couple of horses, but our first attempt was unsuccessful.
Then on the next trots, i picked a roughie called JD's Beau, paying $11 at the time, for 3 wins and a place. But by the time the race started, everyone must of been dissing him, cos his odds were at $21 instead. For the whole race i had no idea which horse was mine, but with like 200m to go i saw this horse satrt to charge it right down the middle, and i knew it was JD's Beau. It was destiny. But it ended up being a photo finish, so after a couple of nervous minutes, it was decided that JD's Beau won by a nose! And i won a cool $70.80.
So i quit while i was ahead.
After we heard that famous song at the Vasse, 'Closing Time', we headed down the Nard. We got ID checked and went straight for the bar, where we promptly snapped up some wicked multi-coloured alcholic slushies. Bliss. Even Kel stopped hugging for a bit to have some. That's big, that is.
Then it started to wind down and Karen took us home, and now here i am the next day, blogging about it. We need more nights like that one i reckon. Except without the headache the next morning.
Anyways, Peace.
T-Betta out
We had the boys back together for the first time in a long time, with Morgs and Karen in our entourage. The night started off with a few jugs of Beez, some famous Vasse fries with double aioli, and a wicked pizza. And as promised, there was gambling involved. Me and Kel snuck through the doors a couple of times to punt on a couple of horses, but our first attempt was unsuccessful.
Then on the next trots, i picked a roughie called JD's Beau, paying $11 at the time, for 3 wins and a place. But by the time the race started, everyone must of been dissing him, cos his odds were at $21 instead. For the whole race i had no idea which horse was mine, but with like 200m to go i saw this horse satrt to charge it right down the middle, and i knew it was JD's Beau. It was destiny. But it ended up being a photo finish, so after a couple of nervous minutes, it was decided that JD's Beau won by a nose! And i won a cool $70.80.
So i quit while i was ahead.
After we heard that famous song at the Vasse, 'Closing Time', we headed down the Nard. We got ID checked and went straight for the bar, where we promptly snapped up some wicked multi-coloured alcholic slushies. Bliss. Even Kel stopped hugging for a bit to have some. That's big, that is.
Then it started to wind down and Karen took us home, and now here i am the next day, blogging about it. We need more nights like that one i reckon. Except without the headache the next morning.
Anyways, Peace.
T-Betta out
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