After a long hiatus, Poker Night returns. This time it's at my neighbors' place in our fortified compound above downtown Farmington. Now I'm loading up on peanut butter protein and preparing for some Houston-style spinach-artichoke dip (Complements of Lindsay, master of of the camera and the kitchen) and Texas hold 'em poker. The winner(s) from last time are en route and I'm dusting off my poker face.
hours later...Looks like I forgot to push the 'save' button earlier.
On the game, I have only one comment:
I love the smell of napalm in the morning. And the smell of artichoke dip in the evening. Smells like... victory :)