I started playing cards at about 12am; midnight; I was late--my brother was hungry, and so went to Denny's, this 24 hours diner opposite the casino. I had a club sandwich, if that matters.
I'm the type of person that wants to start playing as viably early as possible, so I can get a good head start and cash in more later in the night.
Today, however, seemed to hit only two and a half hours of card time. No complaints on that though. I'm not greedy. I actually am greedy, but what I mean to say is that I'll take what I can get, which today, appears to be $300 profit.
Today's Anecdote: The Drunken Fist story. And it starts with a drunk guy who was standing behind me. The card dealer asked him if he wanted to play and I--distracted by that--turned around and saw him: tall 'dude' with glasses; Caucasian; glaring down at me; says "Stop looking at me!" right after I looked away. Slow reactions, "please sit down and join this table," as I was so ready to BUST HIM UP!
Everyone was just watching his drunk self. He did join the table. He was a very amusing guy. His plays were funny, but not bad--very deceptive, due to his drunk condition. And so I termed his actions as "Drunken Fist!" to which he later said "Chui Khuen."
The Chinese guy between him and me says "What's that mean?" Can you fucking imagine that shit? A white guy, says that. I tell him it means "Drunken Boxing" or "Drunken Fist." I was impressed. He was impressed, too, I feel.
Obviously he has spent time in Hong Kong. Subsequently, he starts speaking Cantonese in a fluent manner. He's able to translate English names to Chinese too!
This guy is something else; says that he was born in Hong Kong when he was 21, which is really very funny to me. The gibberish and the kind of whackey joke-making is so conducive to the kind of table I want to play on.
The guy in between drunken boxer and me had left after losing all his chips admitting how this white guy has a better Canto accent than he does. Drunken Boxer yells out (several times) to him "Ne mou lan yung!" which loosely translates to "You're fucking useless!" as he is leaving the 'Poker Zone' and all I could do is break into heavy laughter.
Other players were laughing as we both started speaking and cursing each other in Cantonese. Hilarious!
That's pretty gold comedy: a white guy, speaking better Cantonese than both me and the fucking useless guy. I really want to play with him again. I believe his name to be Matt or Mark, the 'Drunken Master' henceforth.
In other news, Uncle A/King was there too, but on a different table. Spotlights are on him everywhere he goes. He's like a celebrity here. All the ACTION follows him around. People stand around his table looking at the plays that go down. He had a high stack of chips when I saw him.
I'm the type of person that wants to start playing as viably early as possible, so I can get a good head start and cash in more later in the night.
Today, however, seemed to hit only two and a half hours of card time. No complaints on that though. I'm not greedy. I actually am greedy, but what I mean to say is that I'll take what I can get, which today, appears to be $300 profit.
Today's Anecdote: The Drunken Fist story. And it starts with a drunk guy who was standing behind me. The card dealer asked him if he wanted to play and I--distracted by that--turned around and saw him: tall 'dude' with glasses; Caucasian; glaring down at me; says "Stop looking at me!" right after I looked away. Slow reactions, "please sit down and join this table," as I was so ready to BUST HIM UP!
Everyone was just watching his drunk self. He did join the table. He was a very amusing guy. His plays were funny, but not bad--very deceptive, due to his drunk condition. And so I termed his actions as "Drunken Fist!" to which he later said "Chui Khuen."
The Chinese guy between him and me says "What's that mean?" Can you fucking imagine that shit? A white guy, says that. I tell him it means "Drunken Boxing" or "Drunken Fist." I was impressed. He was impressed, too, I feel.
Obviously he has spent time in Hong Kong. Subsequently, he starts speaking Cantonese in a fluent manner. He's able to translate English names to Chinese too!
This guy is something else; says that he was born in Hong Kong when he was 21, which is really very funny to me. The gibberish and the kind of whackey joke-making is so conducive to the kind of table I want to play on.
The guy in between drunken boxer and me had left after losing all his chips admitting how this white guy has a better Canto accent than he does. Drunken Boxer yells out (several times) to him "Ne mou lan yung!" which loosely translates to "You're fucking useless!" as he is leaving the 'Poker Zone' and all I could do is break into heavy laughter.
Other players were laughing as we both started speaking and cursing each other in Cantonese. Hilarious!
That's pretty gold comedy: a white guy, speaking better Cantonese than both me and the fucking useless guy. I really want to play with him again. I believe his name to be Matt or Mark, the 'Drunken Master' henceforth.
In other news, Uncle A/King was there too, but on a different table. Spotlights are on him everywhere he goes. He's like a celebrity here. All the ACTION follows him around. People stand around his table looking at the plays that go down. He had a high stack of chips when I saw him.
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