There’s something highly amusing about spending the evening in a hundred-year-old dive bar, and playing poker for (oyster) crackers with my Dad and Mark.
Really, it’s all the more giggle-inducing when you’re “gambling with crackers” while sitting across the table from the whitest guy in the universe (my melanin-impaired boyfriend).
Best exchange of the evening?
Mark (who won big, but refused to throw all the won cracker-chips into his mouth and munch them crazy, crumbly Cookie Monster-style to amuse me): I am the WINNER! You are the LOSER!
Me (calmly): No, I am simply a person without crackers.
Mark (incredulously, to my Dad): Do you see how this goes? Amazing. Even a simple poker win is somehow political. How does she do that?
My Dad just chuckled and shot me a grin. Apple, tree, my friends.
(By the by, when playing for crackers, don’t space out and eat some of yours. It kind of screws you over. This is especially vital when playing for actual chips, especially if you value your teeth.)
March 18th, 2007 at 2:39 pm
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070318/ap_en_ot/art_pretty_baby
Heather.. This is very interesting. An exhibit in Texas that depicts the complexities of childhood. It will bring you ideas for a photo shoot, no doubt. I thought of you when I read it.
Happy Spring!