The coldest hands ever...

And I am talking Jack Frost touched these cards. I couldn't get a break. My good hands lost to higher pairs, players calling at each hand. No one could get a break. These are my friends, and as newcomers, they had a good share of the pot this past Saturday. I wasn't angry though, it's nice to have so many people who love me in the same room- it brings a certain warmth to the room, or was it the heat? ;-)

My cousin Melanie joined in at the last minute of our friendly tournament, making it a table of friends and family. Our shouts and laughter could be heard down the block. There were some good hands, but I lost a big chunk when I missed a key card in my straight and didn't notice (Stinger told me this has happened to her before). In any case, I finally lost my stash when Ray called. I had a full house (we both did), but he had the higher hand. I couldn't have lost to a nicer guy.

My side game proved to be at an influx as well. My pairs were knocked out by three of a kinds and I knew this night was going to be a draw. Tati and I realized that we were not going to win that night. I hear she got a little money back later, though.

It seems as though my friends will be joining Frank in AC for a tourney this coming week. I wish them all luck and I may be joining the next time around...