Poker Night = Rain Night
I swear that everytime I play cards at the Blue Parrot (aka Signor Ferrari's home game) it rains that Monday! Again, I had to walk to the subway in the pouring rain. At least this time, I won a few dollars and it made the walk home somewhat uplifting.
Nothing is more depressing than walking home broke in a down pour, bombarded with that hollow and empty feeling in your gut that all gamblers get nauceous on after they lose a huge anount of money in a gambling session.
I'll post a write up of my poker game to my poker blog sometime tomorrow afternoon.