Poker.
I almost took the pot. Got my stake back.
We weren’t expecting this.
Adam catalysed it all. He just casually suggested maybe Brian he and I should come play poker. It ended up being a lot more people. Brian’s business partner Louis very much wanted in on it. I wasn’t concerned about the win or the loss, but that was where the game was going to be pointed.
The excellent thing was that Louis talked us all through the betting, the blinds, the game of it. And then he took the pot. I fucked up royally on the biggest hand of the night, being convinced I had an 8 and then, when revealed, discovering it was a 5 and I had nothing instead of the winning 3 of a kind I had been playing. But the host taking the pot on the first ever night isn’t really etiquette. Louis was a gracious winner. And it was nice to see all the humans.
Jack and Adam from this year’s Carol. Louis who was there for many of the squeakier moments over the years, making it all happen, trying to troubleshoot the explosions. Brian and I, and it’s glorious having him here again. I’m thrilled about it. More humans were there too, but etiquette.
I’m working tomorrow in Walworth, at arse in the morning. Early enough that I’m gonna lay my clothes out when I’m done writing so I can ghost into my car while I’m still asleep. The good news is there’s a predictable Gregg’s in a petrol station ten minutes from my house towards work. That’ll be my wake up.
For now it is bedtime. A lovely lovely inaugural poker night for BarclayHook Towers. I’m battered and have to do unfamiliar things first thing tomorrow. Night night.
AlBarclay 