There was a Poker Game.
There was Gin.
There was fun conversation with people I actually enjoy being around.
There was more Gin.
There were great fluctuations in the size of my chip stack.
There was even more Gin.
There were Chicken Wings. (Washed down with Gin.)
There were winners and losers, sharks and fish.
There was a fucking good time at my house last night.
And it was sweet.
Forty is going to be crazy, my friends, so having a nice, easy Thirty-nine was kinda nice.