You say hello, while I say Bonjour....

Yahoo! I've managed to steal a few minutes away from a particularly boring meeting here in Montreal. I know, I know! How can a meeting with a room full of french customers be boring, when everyone knows that they will not allow themselves to be brought down to the lowest possible level required, by speaking any English at all the entire time? heh! For the record, mad french people make me laugh! It's totally a Monty Python thing I get in my head as they try to accentuate the discussions to get a point across. They can say what ever they want and do it as loud as they see fit. But all I manage to hear is, "I fart in your general direction." That's just me and I have no issues living with it!

The Math on Monday was some damn good poker by yours truly if I do say so myself. It's about time I was able to put a little skill together with a few decent hands to work with at the same time. Nothing like quads and monster boats mind you, more like actually getting paid off when holding the best hands and even having a few great hands, actually hold on for the win despite my opponent actually having one and two outers! Weeeeeeeeee! Take that RNG !

After running the entire HH, I was crushed by the two outer river play that took me out in 6th. place at first. But only because I lost. I soon came back to reality and realized that I want that player to make that call, every single time I play him. I will win more than 90% of the hands we play together while he's using his "I have to call there" logic. Notes made and proper thrashing plans laid!

Pebbles never left my side all throughout that game and we discussed the hand being played, proper addition of notes based on certain plays and pretty much anything else we wanted to talk about. I think her being there was a factor in me keeping a little more focused on actual play. She's been running pretty damn hot right now and I can tell you I had ears fully perked and at the ready, whenever she had an opinion on the play at hand. Now all I have to do is, convince her to live with 3 or 4 hours of sleep a night, 5 or 6 times a week and I should be good to run these things over!

Cool !

Well, I need to get back to another meeting where I won't understand a thing that is being said at all. I may not roll so excellemont right now! But I can still do my best to fart in their general direction. I'll start giggling to myself, right at the point where I think Drizz would be proud. Small things amuse small minds!

Merci Boucoupe and my sincerest thanks for dropping by....


Anonymous said...

Please stand up in the next meeting and say the following.

“I don't wanna talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper!"

then come home.

BamBam said...

I'm on my way to the last meeting right now!

I'll give it a go.

'cause after all, "it's just a fleshwound!"

Drizztdj said...

I suppose threaten them with a holy hand grenade would cause more harm then good? :)


Joaquin "The Rooster" Ochoa said...

Viva La Pebbles!!

You have to love when you get those monster hands....soo damn sweet.

Joaquin "The Rooster" Ochoa said...

Viva La France!!