YDH (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} adamopoulos) wrote,@ 2006-05-28 20:20:00 |
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Eventful (Three Weekends Ago) Part II
Ok, way behind on the updates, and I have a lot of stuff to write about, so here is the rest of that weekend earlier this month that I never finished for starters..
Next on the menu was a trip to Atlantic City. The drive was mostly uneventful until we reached the city. So we’re driving down the main strip (Atlantic Ave.), and it was decided that we would play the A Night at the Roxbury soundtrack. Oh yes, I rolled all the windows down and blasted Haddaway – What is Love across the streets of A.C. Naturally, all four of us commenced head bobbing. This carried on for a good three minutes, until we come to a red light, which happened to be in front of a fire station. About six firemen are standing out front and just started looking at us. Light turns green, and as we drive off.. you guessed it, the firemen follow suit with head bobbing. Awesome.
We arrive at the hotel and take some much needed showers after being in the nasty Severn River, and get ready to go out to the casinos. Lindsay and Matt were strangers to the game of craps, and Roy is an overall idiot, so the plan was for me to educate them on the game. Roy and I get on the table, and like a good little monkey, Roy just mirrors everything I do. We each win $115 in five minutes as Matt and Lindsay watch.
At this point, John and Fiorella arrive in Atlantic City, so we now have a full quorum. We all head to the poker room for some limit Hold ‘Em. We had to take an elevator up, and the six of us share one with two other people – a middle aged black woman taking care of a extremely elderly black woman on a walker. Somehow the old woman on the walker was on the right, we were all in the center, and the other woman was on the left. The fact that of all people, Roy, was next to the elderly woman was a disaster waiting to happen. Sure enough, Roy starts yelling “SUPERBRAWL SATURDAY?!?!.” We were all horrified at the scene, until the old woman started laughing her ass off, despite having no clue what Roy was talking about. Roy responds by repeating his yelling. The old woman laughs even harder, gets up off her walker, and FALLS INTO THE WALL OF THE ELEVATOR, almost face-planting.
Old Woman: “BWA HAHA, YOU HURTIN’ MAH BELLAH (Belly) YOUNG MAN”
We get to the poker room, and John, Matt, Roy, and I all go to the same table with six other people and a dealer. Not much happened until the dealer was relieved by another, a large latino man named Hector. It turned out that Hector is a HUGE wrestling fan. So, during play, John and I were having a very intense wrestling conversation with him. Roy then decides to start getting the dealer with ‘Detective Scroats’ despite the fact that he has no idea what the game is about.
Roy: Hey – someone else wants to join this table..
Hector: Who?
Roy: Detective Scroats.
Hector: Huh? What deh hell?
John and I give each other an ‘oh no’ look. Roy waits a few minutes, and does it again.
Roy: Hey do you want to know who the best player here is?
Hector: Who?
Roy: Detective Scroats.
Hector: Ok, I dun even know why I keep-a asking joo who, you are a jes gonna say Detective Escroats.
We are all cracking up at this point. Ten minutes pass with more wrestling conversation. Finally I see an opportunity…
Hector: So, whatever eh-happened to dat wrestler, Giant Silva?
YDH: Oh, he’s in a tag team now. (The obvious question would be to ask who he is in a tag team with)
Hector: Oh, I see, so he is teaming with Detective Escroats…
!!!!!!!
He caught it!! He caught onto the game that quickly. Not only that, he started to do it to other people at the table, who of course had no clue of what was going on!
Hector: Ey, joo know who jus won dat hand?
Random guy: huh? Who?
Hector: El Detective Escroats!
The guy looked at him like he just farted in church. The other players got angry at this game with comments such as, “can we just play dammit?” but our group was enjoying it far too much for Hector to stop.
The last thing I want to mention is that the competitive spirit was alive and well during this trip. Roy and John engaged one another in a Jimmy Tapping Contest. For those of you who have no idea what this is… basically it's turned based competition where one contestant must one-up the other by hitting himself in the balls harder and in a more creative way than the last.
Roy goes first – a punch to the balls..
Then John – a harder punch in the balls..
Then Roy…
Then John…
Both faces were red, both were screaming in agony. The rest of us were choking with laughter. The contest carried over into the next day. Lunch at Ruby Tuesdays.
Roy drops a drinking glass on his balls..
John attempts to do a double fisted downward punch, but fails as one hand bangs the table, almost breaking it.
To make up for this, John gets up, leaves the restaurant. We can now see him across the street through the window, and other patrons are watching in horror as well. He proceeds to run down the sidewalk, jump with both legs out, and flies balls first into a street sign, then hits the ground!! It was devastating. It was a hard-fought battle, but the point has to go to John for the weekend. Roy vs. John II will take place very soon, though. Roy has his work cut out for him it seems.
-YDH
Ok, way behind on the updates, and I have a lot of stuff to write about, so here is the rest of that weekend earlier this month that I never finished for starters..
Next on the menu was a trip to Atlantic City. The drive was mostly uneventful until we reached the city. So we’re driving down the main strip (Atlantic Ave.), and it was decided that we would play the A Night at the Roxbury soundtrack. Oh yes, I rolled all the windows down and blasted Haddaway – What is Love across the streets of A.C. Naturally, all four of us commenced head bobbing. This carried on for a good three minutes, until we come to a red light, which happened to be in front of a fire station. About six firemen are standing out front and just started looking at us. Light turns green, and as we drive off.. you guessed it, the firemen follow suit with head bobbing. Awesome.
We arrive at the hotel and take some much needed showers after being in the nasty Severn River, and get ready to go out to the casinos. Lindsay and Matt were strangers to the game of craps, and Roy is an overall idiot, so the plan was for me to educate them on the game. Roy and I get on the table, and like a good little monkey, Roy just mirrors everything I do. We each win $115 in five minutes as Matt and Lindsay watch.
At this point, John and Fiorella arrive in Atlantic City, so we now have a full quorum. We all head to the poker room for some limit Hold ‘Em. We had to take an elevator up, and the six of us share one with two other people – a middle aged black woman taking care of a extremely elderly black woman on a walker. Somehow the old woman on the walker was on the right, we were all in the center, and the other woman was on the left. The fact that of all people, Roy, was next to the elderly woman was a disaster waiting to happen. Sure enough, Roy starts yelling “SUPERBRAWL SATURDAY?!?!.” We were all horrified at the scene, until the old woman started laughing her ass off, despite having no clue what Roy was talking about. Roy responds by repeating his yelling. The old woman laughs even harder, gets up off her walker, and FALLS INTO THE WALL OF THE ELEVATOR, almost face-planting.
Old Woman: “BWA HAHA, YOU HURTIN’ MAH BELLAH (Belly) YOUNG MAN”
We get to the poker room, and John, Matt, Roy, and I all go to the same table with six other people and a dealer. Not much happened until the dealer was relieved by another, a large latino man named Hector. It turned out that Hector is a HUGE wrestling fan. So, during play, John and I were having a very intense wrestling conversation with him. Roy then decides to start getting the dealer with ‘Detective Scroats’ despite the fact that he has no idea what the game is about.
Roy: Hey – someone else wants to join this table..
Hector: Who?
Roy: Detective Scroats.
Hector: Huh? What deh hell?
John and I give each other an ‘oh no’ look. Roy waits a few minutes, and does it again.
Roy: Hey do you want to know who the best player here is?
Hector: Who?
Roy: Detective Scroats.
Hector: Ok, I dun even know why I keep-a asking joo who, you are a jes gonna say Detective Escroats.
We are all cracking up at this point. Ten minutes pass with more wrestling conversation. Finally I see an opportunity…
Hector: So, whatever eh-happened to dat wrestler, Giant Silva?
YDH: Oh, he’s in a tag team now. (The obvious question would be to ask who he is in a tag team with)
Hector: Oh, I see, so he is teaming with Detective Escroats…
!!!!!!!
He caught it!! He caught onto the game that quickly. Not only that, he started to do it to other people at the table, who of course had no clue of what was going on!
Hector: Ey, joo know who jus won dat hand?
Random guy: huh? Who?
Hector: El Detective Escroats!
The guy looked at him like he just farted in church. The other players got angry at this game with comments such as, “can we just play dammit?” but our group was enjoying it far too much for Hector to stop.
The last thing I want to mention is that the competitive spirit was alive and well during this trip. Roy and John engaged one another in a Jimmy Tapping Contest. For those of you who have no idea what this is… basically it's turned based competition where one contestant must one-up the other by hitting himself in the balls harder and in a more creative way than the last.
Roy goes first – a punch to the balls..
Then John – a harder punch in the balls..
Then Roy…
Then John…
Both faces were red, both were screaming in agony. The rest of us were choking with laughter. The contest carried over into the next day. Lunch at Ruby Tuesdays.
Roy drops a drinking glass on his balls..
John attempts to do a double fisted downward punch, but fails as one hand bangs the table, almost breaking it.
To make up for this, John gets up, leaves the restaurant. We can now see him across the street through the window, and other patrons are watching in horror as well. He proceeds to run down the sidewalk, jump with both legs out, and flies balls first into a street sign, then hits the ground!! It was devastating. It was a hard-fought battle, but the point has to go to John for the weekend. Roy vs. John II will take place very soon, though. Roy has his work cut out for him it seems.
-YDH
