There are 2 types of people in this world. 1, people who talk in order to hear themselves. 2, people who talk in order for other people to hear. Which one of these are you?

For some reason the idea sounded so much better in my head than on this screen.

Poker tournament (12-13 man I think) at Saddleback Mike's friend's house. I think his name is Romi, there was also P.O. (I thought and still suspect that people called him peel; Mike commented that P.O. is dumb as bricks, been at Saddleback for 5 years), Devan (that guy who kept getting pocket pairs and played like he's embarassed that he's winning) including Balus' brother Chucky (actually pronounced in a way that's somewhere between Chucky and Checky, the guy with the hair). It was Mike who bought me out for 2/3 initial position and then immediately lost everything to Ed (rivered trip 2's against poket trip kings on the flop). Ed did pretty well for himself, all the way to second place.

Class today. Kept saying the wrong things to Nancy. Good going.