Just Call Me Mrs.Gordon

I’m cheating on my WPT boyfriend Howard Lederer with Phil Gordon. I know, I know he’s just going to break my heart in the end, but a guy who can call over $200,000 against two guys going all-in at the final table is a total stud. Plus he’s like 6’9”, and height is important in poker playing.

Watching that kind of poker makes me want to throw on my lucky poker poncho and make the trek to the Bicycle Casino in Bell Gardens. The only things that keep me from going are the fact that I’m broke ‘til pay day, still recovering from the cold/allergies/West Nile virus and afraid of the “clientele” that hangs out at that casino. I feel much better BTW.

I had to cancel my show at the Laguna Beach Brewing Co. I hope nobody made the trek down there. I apologize and promise to buy you a soda the next time I see you out. But I didn’t really even trust myself to drive to and from work today. I’m glad I don’t drive the forklift anymore.

I don’t have another gig scheduled ‘til October, unless you count the daily stand-up I do at the office every day. But that doesn’t count, ‘cause my co-workers are a captive audience.

Ok, off to bed, it is nearly 9 pm. Man am I old.