Another interesting Saturday night. Kurt and I were preparing to settle in for a comfortable pizza n’ movie evening when Dave called. I haven’t seen anyone from his high school circle since I moved to Winnipeg. Except for Dave, who was the only one to drop by last summer–but that was mostly due to his girlfriend being a Winnipegger. Winnipeg is a great place, but apparently I’ve not been selling it well enough!

Dave and Michelle invited us out for a little poker night with the gang in Richmond, so we decided to join in. It was nice to see old friends again, some of whom I hadn’t seen in years. We arrived late so we had the B poker table to ourselves, and had a good time catching up and trying to out-bluff each other at No-Limit Texas Hold ‘Em.

When the tables joined later in the night, it got more interesting. First, it was rowdier: the A table had been playing a much more aggressive game and talking a lot more “game”. Karl, who played bartender to all last night, may have been a key factor in the free talking of the evening. It got to the point where some were polishing off bottles of tequila like they were milk cartons. Yowza. I in my infinite grace accidently broke a sherry glass we were using for the shots. Sorry, Brian. Who knew these little bones had some strength left in them?

We got home after 5am and 7 hours of poker fun. It’s now 7pm and I still feel poisoned. I haven’t been staying up past midnight for the past few years so pulling a late night like this is making me feel the slow but sure deteriorations of my bodily functions.

Masters, final round. How exciting! Kurt’s dad is in Augusta watching it live this year. I’m not the biggest golf fan out there, and I’ve only really played once at last year’s Hamilton family Texas Scramble, but I had always loved watching golf on TV. Watching Tiger Woods when he’s on his game is exhilarating. That and the contender, Chris Demarco, wasn’t about to fall victim to the Tiger-Woods-is-so-gonna-kick-my-ass panic that most golfers get on Sunday. For you guys that also caught the event…how about that shot on the 16? Wow. We jumped off our seats and yelled like there was no tomorrow. (I bet Nike is loving that close-up shot of the swoosh on the ball before it teetered into the hole.) Rob even called from Toronto to talk about the shot. There’s a putting green outside of the rec room at work, so this week I’ll definitely be practicing my short game!

On golf colour commentary: soooo overdone. I don’t need to hear announcers talking about “spectacular surroundings” and “tearful farewells” and a gazillion video montages of Jack Nicklaus. Sure, it’s sad to see him leave the Masters arena but he’s pushing 90! It had to happen! Deal with it.