Well That's Funny, Because...

... this is what I was doing on Monday night. Poker night! I did not, however, do "quite well". In fact, I won only a single small hand. As I said to our lovely hostess - "I'm not used to being stupid." Don't laugh! I'm not.

It really was a fun night though. We sat outside on a nice deck under the stars and I played poorly because everyone was too interesting. Jeth was funny, he folded frequently on principal and pretended not to know a lot about poker, so that I would feel more comfortable. That's right, isn't it Jeth? The gentleman to my left, who didn't pretend at all not to know poker, called me "honey bunny" all night and I drank my first gin and tonic of the summer while admiring Snax, the silkiest long-haired dachsund in the world. Afterwards I thought "I should have taken a photo of the dog..." because surely you are missing dog photos on the blog, right? I am. Dogs just add a certain sweetness and steadiness to things. At least the kind of dogs I know.

Our host made a nice comment which I agreed with completely, though I don't think I can restate it here as elegantly as he did at the time. He said that the best times with friends are the times when you are doing something together that still allows you to talk. Isn't that so true? I love games and cooking together is good, and so is swimming or flying a kite or taking the dogs for a walk or anything along those lines.

Anyway, in case any of you want to invite me over for poker some night, I highly recommend it. I'm guaranteed to show up with a bottle of wine and some chocolate and to lose every last cent of Jethro's money.