Atlantic City

I am going to Atlantic City tomorrow.

Having gambled a total of $17.50 in my life, I am slightly nervous. The five other guys I am going with have probably lost enough money between them to purchase a small Korean-made vehicle. One guy casually lost $500 in the span of an hour. I can't compete with that.

Until I heard this, my entire plan for the weekend was to sit at the slots, drink free beer, and eat buffets. I might watch a football game and put five dollars on the line. I'm not even sure what "the line" means.

So, the night before I let my hair down I am watching poker and playing online poker while writing about poker. And when I say playing online poker, I say so liberally. I play with fake money. I just flopped sixes over threes with a king kicker (am I saying that right?), but a six-year old got a set of nines on the river. Here is the gist of our conversation:

bryman84: nh
wheelieboy98: thx, I got lucky
bryman84: yeah u did, asshole

I admit the last comment was a little harsh, but the kid was being a little bastard with his aggressive betting, and besides, you can't be nice to kids anywhere lest someone think you are one of those To Catch A Predator-type people. Oh, and in case you didn't know, "nh" means "nice hand." Yeah, I know all the lingo now.

Overall, my half hour of poker playing and forty-five minutes of World Poker Tour should more than qualify me to lose money in Atlantic City. I just hope all the nickel slots aren't taken.