Last two nights I got a taste of drunks or so-called drunks playing poker in Atlantic City.
On Saturday, there were many more women in the poker rooms because of the women's tournament at the Borgata on Sunday. I started playing at 1 a.m. and left at 4 a.m., and more than doubled up. There were three women on the game, besides myself, at the Showboat.
All looking to give away money.
Sunday was more interesting because there was a guy at Caesars with a cup for over three hours. The entire time he spoke about how drunk he was, meanwhile, his cup of ice turned into sludge as he supposedly drank Hennesey and Red Bull (ugh!).
It was funny though because he kept trying pretend was drunk and looking for a crazy angle.
And, the people on the table believed him.
I love drunks. Real drunks. Not the goofy dudes who try to pretend they are.