Omnia Romae venalia sunt.

Yesterday was a busy day for a Saturday.

I ran some errands (but was foiled again in picking up my sweet sweet laptop bag — more on that another time), came back to the house for dragons, and went over to Morgann's place for awesomely sweet coconut cake then down to Sushiland Marinopolis for afternoon sushi with Big Gay Keith. Morgann also came along, which was delightful.

After a couple hours of afternoon chilling, BGK was persuaded to accompany us to FWOMP at Jake's new digs. It was a small turnout, with a surprise appearance by Cap'n Jon, but it was good good poker.

To the shock and surprise of exactly no one, Dragons did not do very well. I however, totally won.

I know poker is one of those games that's half-chance and half-skill, and I'm not going to flatter myself and say I'm a good poker player at all. Lady luck was undoubtedly on my side last night. There's no other way to explain that I got pocket 5's no less than four times. See also: pocket kings.

All in all, there were three hands that were really just the best:

• After everyone else but he and I had folded on a hand and the flop was down, Dragons went all in. I supported that and we both flipped our cards to await the last two deals. He had a Jack and a Queen. I had a Jack and a King. The flop was a Jack and two numbered cards, so we each had a pair of jacks, but I was higher. The turn was a Queen, putting Mike up at two pair. But the river . . . The river was a King. Boo-ya, bitches!

• About halfway through the game, after we'd had two people go all in and end up all out, I was way up, it was my turn to deal, and I announced that I wasn't going to look at my cards this hand. I just called every bet, until most people had folded except Rob and I. He kept pushing the bet a little bit higher and I kept calling, not knowing what I had. Eventually, we were done, and when I flipped my cards over, I was the victor. Woot!

• Keith went all in before the flop on what was to be his last hand. I had a 10 and a 7, and said, "Hey, why the hell not?" The flop was a 4 and two sevens. Yes, three-of-a-kind! I pushed on the bet, creating a side bet with Rob, which he willingly engaged in. The turn was a 10. A full house, sevens and tens? That's fucking awesome. I pushed again, enlarging the side bet. And the river. The sweet sweet river was a motherfucking 7. Four-of-a-kind! Put that in your pipe and smoke it! I should have pushed the bet more, but I actually felt guilty for holding all the cards, so I only pushed it a little. It was a very awesome win.

After that there were only two of us and I had the vast majority of chips. Rather than sit all night and grind it out, Rob conceded and we both walked away from the table with more than we came with.

The End.

Don't you love a story with a happy ending?