Thanks
This year, my family and I celebrated Thanksgiving in just about the most Chinese of ways: we went to Atlantic City. Ah yes, nothing says pilgrims, family, and thanks more than a 1am Chinese concert for the mononymous “Jenny”, 3/6 Texas Hold ‘Em, and turkey at a food station at the Safari Buffet.
And no, if you were wondering, I came out of the poker room down $60 from buying in $200. I wish I was a better player. I really do. I love playing games in general so much as it is. It’s so fortuitous to have a game that’s extremely popular and that I could actually win money on. I seethe with jealously whenever people mention so-and-so person that made X monies playing poker, where X is an amount equivalent to a year’s salary. I wish I was that person.
The other day, a co-worker told me a story about his friend who, while in school, made over $10,000 in a semester playing online. The story about this friend ended with: “And one day, he came back from this one party absolutely trashed and he threw up all over his laptop. And the laptop was dead after that. [Friend] loved it, because now he felt free from playing online poker. He hasn’t replaced the computer since.”
I think that if I were a laptop, “being vomitted on” would be at the top of my list of Worst Ways To Die. I would take Spilled On By A Coca-Cola or Frisky Spyware any day. Even as a person, the idea of drowning in someone else’s vomit…
When I tell people I’ve been having trouble writing my personal statement, they oft say: “Oh, you should just cut and paste some of that thar’ blog, right?” Methinks I write too much bullshit that is pessimistic, overtly introspective, or just plain hygienically impure.
Update: Some photos have been posted to Flickr.
