Well, the headline says it all. After coming in a heartbreaking second place in nearly every poker tournament she entered, tonight Beata took first prize. I came in second and got 30% of the money. She won a whopping 70%. Good on her.
She was ecstatic, and had every right to be.
We had such a good time, and so did our friends. Rob was crazy about the sloppy joes I made. Must be something about the comfort food of one's childhood. Some of the other guys showed a real appreciation for it too.
Such a nice group of friends. I will hate to leave.
(Supposed to be 78 degrees tomorrow. That depresses Beata, who is still praying for snow. She said that next Thursday we're supposed to get snow showers. I'll be in LA, but sure hope she gets her wish.)