Last night was poker night.For the past two years or so, I’ve been part of a very fun group of people who play an irregularly scheduled cheap-money poker tournament at various homes in Manhattan. Mostly Fordham Law grads who went to school with my friend Jack (odd coincidence is I used to teach there, but that’s not how I know any of them). I’ve hosted a bunch of times.
So this was my last time hosting, and to make it extra-super-duper-special, we also hosted an extraordinarily unsettlingly competitive game of Cranium run by the wife. People don’t realize what a terror she is at games, to the point that I like playing a completely different game in a totally different part of the apartment when she’s playing Cranium. So she inflicted her competitive zeal on her group, and my group played a nice laid-back game of poker.
So that’s what it’s come to. I guess once you turn 40, and are getting ready to move to Suma, the fun night out really does become poker and Cranium. And, to be honest, I had a lot more fun just hanging out, eating pizza, playing poker, and listen to my wife yell at our friends, than I’ve had at any club or bar or lounge or restaurant I went to all year. Guess I’m getting old.
