Mid-2019 D.C.–area poker anecdotes, part 1

July 24, 2019

By Matthew E. Milliken
MEMwrites.wordpress.com
July 24, 2019

Author’s note: The following post contains brief, not particularly specific references to illegal activities. Consequently, it may not be appropriate for all readers. MEM

Hey, remember when I went dog-sitting in the greater D.C. area the second week of July? Well, I’ve got some poker and poker-adjacent posts from that period.

Let’s start with an establishment I’ll call A Place, which was a rather clubby spot. One of the tables the players used was a purpose-built card table. Rather handily, it had built-in cup-holders. Alas, the table was… not in tip-top shape. At one point, as I raised my cup of soda to sip some delicious chilled carbonated sugar water, I actually pulled up the cup-holder along with my drink. Sadly, this detracted a bit from the ambience.

When I went to lift my cup of soda, I inadvertently lifted the cup-holder out of its slot.

When I went to lift my cup of soda, I inadvertently lifted the cup-holder out of its slot.

During my session at this very same place, I strolled away from the card-playing area, either to order something — perhaps my now-legendary Soda, Dominator of Cup-Holders?! — or to pay my bill. My eyes located a relatively unpopulated spot at the busy but expansive bar and I headed there. When I arrived, I pulled out my wallet.

There was one man nearby, a tall gangly fellow who struck me as odd for some reason I couldn’t immediately identify. He seemed to want to move to the chair next to me, which made me think that he was going to hit on me. I don’t swing that way, but I certainly wasn’t going to protest his decision to relocate.

The man gestured with his one hand and said — I thought — “OK?” I shrugged and shot him a brief smile. Sure, pal; the seat’s open, knock yourself out! He stumbled slightly as he moved toward me. But that was the end of our interaction; I turned toward the bartender and no more words passed between the man and I.

However, when I walked away from bar, I suddenly recognized that something very different from my initial perception had just taken place. The man, I realized, had in fact said, “Cocaine?” The fellow hadn’t been attempting to proposition me; or perhaps more accurately, he had, but for drugs, not companionship.

I never did work out whether he was trying to make a purchase or a sale. His approach had been so blatant that I wondered whether he’d really been trawling on the black market or running some kind of sting.

I guess I’ll never know.

To be continued…the cup-holder out of its slot.[/caption]

During my session at this very same place, I strolled away from the card-playing area, either to order something — perhaps my now-legendary Soda, Dominator of Cup-Holders?! — or to pay my bill. My eyes located a relatively unpopulated spot at the busy but expansive bar and I headed there. When I arrived, I pulled out my wallet.

There was one man nearby, a tall sort of gangly fellow who struck me as odd for some reason I couldn’t immediately identify. He seemed to want to move into the seat next to me, which made me think that he was going to hit on me. I don’t swing that way, but I certainly wasn’t going to argue with his decision to relocate.

The man gestured with his one hand and said — I thought — “OK?” I shrugged and shot him a brief smile. Sure, pal, knock yourself out! He stumbled slightly as he moved toward me. But that was the end of our interaction; I turned toward the bartender and no more words passed between the man and I.

However, when I walked away from bar, I suddenly recognized that something very different from my initial perception had just taken place. The man, I realized, had in fact said, “Cocaine?” The fellow hadn’t been attempting to proposition me; or perhaps more accurately, he had, but for drugs, not companionship.

I never did work out whether he was trying to make a purchase or a sale. His approach had been so blatant that I wondered whether he’d genuinely been trawling the black market or running some kind of sting.

I guess I’ll never know.

To be continued

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