I had two PBRs last night -- does that double the amount of Pabst I've had? Maybe -- to get into the spirit of the Geek in the City/ Funemployment Radio poker tournament that I watched. For several reasons, mental and financial, I did not feel ready to try my hand at poker, but I watched smartasses handle the cards and chips while sassing each other. The game was in the basement bar called the Jack London, down below the Rialto, a place I'd never been to because it's an off-track betting place and you know that "off-track betting" isn't me at all. But the Jack London has been hosting events Relevant To My Interests, so I finally got over that block and went down there.
Oh, there is plenty of time to socialize during these games. I haven't watched enough (televised poker bores me) to really get that, but the players did plenty of that. And plenty of other people I like were there just to watch, too. And more of them were watching as players fell out of the game, so talking happened. Also eating (I had calamari on one plate, onion rings on another). I bought one Pabst; the second came to me because people were plying the Geek In The City hosts (Aaron Duran -- who fell out of the game early -- Scott Dally, Kielen "Pwn Toney" King and Dan Clark) with drinks, and of course adding more drinks to a poker player can add variables to that player's play. Strategy, you see. So someone bought Scott a Pabst. Aaron yelled from across the bar "You have to drink that!" I walked over, put my hands on Scott's shoulders, and asked him "Can you pass the drink along to someone?" Scott said "Sure!" and, smiling his big-mouthed grin, handed me that Pabst. I drank it showily.
Was that Pabst that he didn't drink a factor in Scott winning the whole thing later? Probably not, there was plenty of other stronger drink in him too, but I had no problem being part of the show.
There. Another thing I may be brave enough to do sometime. Scott and Aaron both let me know via Twitter before the game that often poker newbies do surprisingly well. OF COURSE THAT IS WHAT THEY'D SAY. *hides his money*
Also, I like that the Jack London's decorations included a lot of handmade art, with such discards as cardboard, six-pack rings (so those won't wind up in the trash, yay!), collage-d paper and even a cut-up parking ticket. I like handmade decoration. Maybe even I could do that...
I wobbled home (via my feet, a bus, and my feet again -- I knew not to drive!) in the 7 o'clock hour, and got back in time to watch much of the Timbers game against Chivas USA. From soon after the Timbers' first -- and it turned out only -- goal to the dispiriting end (Chivas won, 2-1). Ah, the ever-increasing ability of this game and this team to make me nuts. I knew the risk when I started following the Timbers.
(Oh, and before all of this poker and Timbers stuff, I was outside in the sun. FINALLY SUN. I wandered downtown and the Waterfront with a book, reading while also people-watching, and there was plenty of time for that. Light and warmth are REALLY needed, as most of Portland -- heck. most of the country -- knows...)