poker, beer and blood

Saturday night was poker night. The regular people were notified but somehow over double the usual number of people showed up. It was our finest poker night ever. We eventually organized a 17 person tournament which didn't finish until after 3am. Alex and I were the final two players which aroused much suspicion. The total beverage count was 29 beers and the last third of our bottle of Thor's Hammer vodka. You should only drink Thor's Hammer if you do, in fact, want to get hammered. I think it accurately conveys the sensation of being punched in the stomach by a Nordic god's weapon.

During the tournament rain began to pummel the house and I remembered that my rabbits were outside. I brought their cages out of the rain and cleaned out the cages. When I was bringing Attila inside to dry him off I managed to get into a fight with an inanimate object and lose. A vicious iron bar got the jump on me. I simply wasn't fast enough to evade it's deadly strike. In my defence I was more worried about the bunny and used my own body to shield him from the inanimate rage. I have a nasty lump on my head to show for it.