Poker? I don't Even Know Her.

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Ah, the enigmatic final installment of this blog will entail some groovy details about my bro named Alex. In essence, I love to play online card games. My love of all card games is by no means an addiction, but is occassionally revealed to Alex. I play fairly often, and I love to exude confidence in my dorm room by wearing shades and chewing gum. I frequently mix up what I play, whether it is gin rummy, spades, hearts, or bridge. Big Alex walked in on me one day as I had just shot the moon and masterfully walloped my opponents in hearts. The uncontrollable excitement that engulfed me was quite welcomed by him, and he asked what exactly I was doing. Upon explaining my preemptive wave of emotion, I informed him that hearts is a game where you either want all hearts (and the Q of spades), or none of those red beauties. He seemed exhilarated by the game,and then said, "The lowest score is what you want, and you force 26 points on your opponents if you run them, right?" I was inevitably stunned that he was sandbagging me the whole time. The rascal then revealed that he has also been known to play spades and gin. Since this epiphany of mine, I have systematically challenged him to certain games on certain days to give me the advantage. Of course four people is most ideal when playing these card games, so we entice our suitemates to join us in the fun. He gets the suitemate that is more experienced, so teams are fairly even. I had to teach big Al bridge, and endlessly repeat the specifics of points for rank, and the corresponding bids or passes one should make in different situations. My team consistently whips Alex's team in bridge and spades, but he usually comes out victorious in hearts. He becomes easily flusterd in bridge when I acknowledge his mistakes in taking a trick to get a bag or some other minute error, and he responds angrily. While it is funny to watch, he gets heated, and challenges my manhood through his comments. In the end though, we have found a very entertaining way to pass some of our extra free time.

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The Adventurer

Recently, Big Alex has developed an overwhelming urge to explore various locales, some of which I am not even very familar with. The lad inspired me to go to Sonic with him, and it was the first time I had visited since my peach fuzz on my upper lip consumed my thoughts. I think Alex was intrigued at the specific way they executed business. I suppose he was not very familar with the idea that a fast food restaurant came to our car, which was in a parking space a couple dozen yards away from the main vein of production. I also had not eaten at a place that did not provide a drive-thru option, but still delivered your food to you without you ever having to exit your vehicle. Sonic is a fairly unique vendor, in terms of how they handle the transactions, while Taco Cabana subscribes to the norm. We later went to the Mexican restaurant, and Alex seemed to also find it quite groovy. He had that look in his eye that resembled the late, great Pancho Villa (Mexican outlaw). We both thoroughly enjoyed the experience of "being in Mexico," according to Big Al. Upon realizing how different types of restaurants could provide a significant happiness to someone, I became consumed with thinking that it was almost the door to another culture. It left us wanting to do more and more research on different aspects to the preferences certain people have to obtain nourishment for their physical being. Needless to say, my pocket is empty, and I have got to impose a bit of self-discipline on my eating habits. However, my excuse is that I am now much more knowledgeable into other cultures, and how could I not put German fudge in a cup to spook my Tanzanian bud?

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