Poker, Crazies, and Thanks

This blog post comes to you in three parts!

Part I (Poker):

It's been quite a long time since I played a serious game of poker, and this past week I played in two tournaments. I have to say, I am an extremely lucky player.

In the first tournament, I won two hands out of sheer luck, the first when my 9s in the hole beat out aces in the hole thanks to a lucky river card. A similar second hand gained me second place in the tournament.

Last night, however, I was my father's son. My father is the biggest bully I've ever encountered at the poker table, and I'm not ashamed to say that I bullied my way through the first two hours of play. The thing is, almost every hand I had the nuts. At one point, one of the girls at the table accused me of bullying and called my bluff. Only, I wasn't bluffing.

I ended up getting 10th in the tourney, out of 56 players, I believe. Not a bad showing, in my humble opinion.

The thing is, all this poker has made me miss Vegas. I want another trip there. Roulette, poker, blackjack, I want to play it all. I want to be there with Erin and my closest friends. The last trip I took there was awesome. I think that the next one could be truly amazing.

Part Two (Parties):

So last night I went to a party full of med students.

Holy. Crap.

One person in particular made the night for everyone. I'm not sure what this guy was on (he claims he was not high), but he was in rare form. All this guy wanted to do was dance... I'm just not exactly sure what dance school this guy went to. It was like some horrible mix of line dancing, disco, raving, and anything else you can think of.

What's more, he wasn't interested in dancing with anyone else. At one point, some girl displaying what I believe to be poor judgment decided to dance with him. At almost no point did he dance with the girl. He was more interested in doing his fucked up line dancing stuff. KAmi and I were trying to decide if he was gay, high, or just stupid.

Part Three (Old classmates):

I saw one of he kids from my high school graduating class today. He was pumping my gas. I could tell he recognized me, but was embarrassed because he immediately disappeared around the back of the building.

It makes me wonder how many of the kids I went to school with ended up going to college (and completing it). How many went to some sort of graduate school.

It also makes me feel so grateful to my parents for raising me to be intelligent and sending me to OSU, and for encouraging me through law school. For pushing me all through elementary, middle, and high school to get good grades, and for never accepting anything but my best.

I couldn't have made it as far as I have without them.

~ Nick

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