A Brief Interlude

Ok, I have to put you through a little time warp here and bring you back to the present.

Augustin and Guillaume have two friends in town from Paris for the week. So now we've got 4 Frenchies and an American in this flat (but I'm still pretty sure I could take them all in a fight).

Anyway, last night I'm writing papers all night while these guys are drinking wine and catching up on old times. Then they notice the poker chips I've not so subtly left up on the kitchen counter for a few weeks. So, all of a sudden they want to play poker.

These are guys who have never played Texas Hold 'em before and I'm trying to teach them. I need you to try to imagine midnight in an apartment. 4 French guys and me. The 2 visiting guys don't speak English as well as Gus and Guillaume. So I start explaining things like "Burn the top card and then deal the flop" and you have 8 set of drunk bloodshot eyes translating the sentence into French and just not coming up with anything that makes the least bit of sense int heir head. So we go through everything at a tedious but hilarious pace. We have to discuss why we just flip one card at "Le Rue Quarte" but three card during "Le Floppe."

Oh, then I bring up knocking and you would have thought I was trying to describe how to castle a king. Great humor. I hope they figured it out and keep playing. That could be a nice source of income for me...