My Dad hosted his poker club last night. Those boys play once a month from September through April. I was really looking forward to this year's meeting at my house because I am finally old enough to play -- 21 in dog years -- but noooooooooo, Dad and those boys shut me out of their basement fun. I don't get it. I can draw to a straight as good as the next guy. So I can't hold my cards up... Mom said she would get me one of those stands to set my cards in, but the answer was still NO! Come on, they had dry roasted peanuts, cocktail weiners, beef tenderloin for dinner (Dad always has to have something good for dinner because he hosts the last meeting of the season) and of course, lots of beer. There are no male Goldens that don't like to lick the last drops of beer out of the bottle -- guys if you haven't discovered this, please try to check out what you have missed. If there is no beer in your house, then you don't know what you are missing and that's OK too. It may be better not to know.
Where did all the dry roasted nuts go.... not one drop of beer for me??