Liz retells:
Last night I was playing in the final tournament in this season of my poker league. It was late, and I had made it into play at the final of the 3 tables. AWESOME and totally unexpected as I went in with a 1 in 3,200 chance of winning. Seriously. That's what my stat was.
Because it was late, I had been drinking and smoking all night. I was talking to a guy when somebody yelled out, "Who farted? Somebody farted!"
I do not like to be around farts.
I kind of ignored all of the hub bub but they wouldn't let it die. Then the guy I was talking to said, "I think the fart is Austin's breath." WHAT?
OMG.
Then I got all paranoid that MY breath might be mistaken for a fart, so around 10:30, I left. I can think of few things that I might do that would embarrass me more than having the inside of my mouth remind someone of flatulence.
By the way, of 25 players, I ranked 8th in the game. That's good, but payout stopped at 5th place. Oh well. There's always next year and since I'm not the one whose breath smells like an asshole, I'm pretty sure that I will be asked back.
