Terry put together a boys weekend, and George and I came up to join him, along with Tony Pipilas, Chris Evanoff, and Mark, whose last name I don't have the slightest clue about.
George and I left a bit after seven, and with the heavy constant rain, took about 3 hours to get here. We played some cards, had a good time, and stayed up way too late, especially considering how our drive up had been spent comparing notes on exhaustion. I happily managed to split the pot on the 2nd poker game, which finally ended my losing streak of nearly a year since I'd won anything - although to be fair I hadn't been playing much.
I spent the night (some of it at least) on the leather couch, and surprisingly the phone only woke me up when Ter lost the "first wife to call" pool. It's a decent day right now - wet, but I see patches of blue out there. I kind of want to get the work done and get home, but I don't want to be pulling a jerk move and wake eveybody up myself.
Hmm...maybe I'll go run the chainsaw for a few minutes.
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