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Friday, August 11, 2006

Bash at the Boathouse Stories 

This afternoon I was bored and started looking through statcounter. I came across a couple of google hits for "Bash at the Boathouse stories". Well damn, if I can't supply them, who can. So listed below, quickly and without malice, are some of my favorite Bash writeups from the last two years. Other stories are linked off of these. So there you have some afternoon/weekend reading. I'll get other links up tomorrow.

Cheers

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Dr. Pauly's 2004 pre-Bash poker writeup - which will explain a little bit about how we got to the Running of the Lewey

Pauly's writeup of the 2004 Bash - complete with his version of the Running of the Lewey

Pauly's writeup of the 2005 Bash - a funny part of this post is in the comments. Drizz wrote "Doubt if I'll make it to one of the bashes, I'm putting on my list of things to do before I die." You'll notice Drizz is on the list for this year's Bash.

Otis with one of my favorite 2005 writeups - and I have video evidence which I never posted.

F-Train accepts his Lewey Award for Public Intoxication

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Marlboro's and LungButter 



We've got ours, do you have yours?

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Let me be the first to predict that Jamie "don't call me Ari" Gold will, at best, get the Moneymaker treatment. At worst, he'll get the Varkoni treatment. Moronic luckbox. I only have the hands I read about online to go by and those were the only ones that he showed down. It will be interesting to see how it plays out once we see his hole cards. Will we see him playing like DoubleAs? or more like SirWaffle? Yet another Wifflewaffle cheapshot brought to you by the makers of Soco and the BadBeatDown Committee.

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One problem with running a multi-week hardcore bender? Somewhere along the line you might just catch a nasty little flu and not even notice. You would just end up chalking it up as a another hangover and the ongoing battle to smoke every damned cowboy killer in the tri-state area. That is until you find yourself sitting at the bar and it feels like BigMike is sitting on your chest. Now THAT'S a lot of pressure.

So we had to make our way home earlier then normal (normal for us, still ridiculously late for main stream civilians). This morning is twice as worse and I've actually given up the sweet sweet nicotine for the near future until I can breathe without sounding like a wheezy old man and hacking up gobs of lung butter. And I just might make it until this afternoon.

Until then, I have the entire amateur weekend to get reacquainted with the lazyboy and catch up on my DVR recordings. I'm also working or more Bash details.

But I do have one thing to announce. Since few of the bloggers/readers attending will actually be playing in the Gavin Smith event, we've added a little something everyone can join in on. For a tiny donation at the bar during the Bash, you and a friend can enter....

The 1st Annual Brandon Schaefer Beer Pong Championship

Including a custom made beer pong table awarded to the winning team. Of course, that's gonna be a monster pain in the ass trying to get into the overhead bin for the flight home. But that's not my problem.

Cheers and have a good weekend.

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Thursday, August 10, 2006

Pauly flips the bird... 

"But Pauly does a lot more than sit around and complain. He’s on his feet constantly, always in motion around the tournament. (I haven’t figured out yet when he actually writes this stuff.)"
Michael Craig
Not bad. Pauly getting props from the author of one of my favorite poker books. Pauly has certainly been busting his ass out in Vegas along with everyone else. He set the early standard for live blogging during last year's WSoP but was severly handcuffed by the draconian media restrictions. Instead we get half-assed inaccurate reporting from CardSlayer.

It looks like Pauly is going to flip the big bird and say FU to Harrah's during the Main Event Final Table. He'll be live blogging every damned thing he sees whether they like it or not. Like it should have been all along.

Head on over early and refresh often.


Currently residing in Vegas and flipping the bird to Harrah's


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Bobby Bracelet is back with round 3 of the ForPeyton auctions.

They say that the 3rd time is a charm. I don't know who "they" are, but they could be on to something. Bobby Bracelet and his merry band of Do-Gooders, has struck again. I tell ya,if I was a girl, I'd be all over Mr. Bracelet. The dude has everythinggoing for him. He's like a living breathing example of what the wordPerfect means. Plus the size of his heart is only exceeded by the sizeof his Thrice Confirmed Huge Junk. Hear that ladies?Anyhow, the 3rd edition of his Auction For Peyton is up!Now hustle yourself over to ebay and find yourself something to bid on.

Antonio Esfandiari Photo

Michael Gracz Photo

Erick Lindgren Photo

T.J. Cloutier Photo

Carlos Mortensen Photo

Daniel Negreanu Photo

David Williams Photo

Layne Flack Jersey and Photo

Kenna James Cowboy Hat

Card Player Package

Hellmuth DVD Package

Plus, there is rumors that Bobby is going to put together a special package toadd to the auction within the next day or two. He hasn't told me what it is,but expect it to kick ass if he does it. Because that's how he rolls.
And if you win an auction, I'll try my damndest to get (NSFW!) this girl to deliver the goods. Interesting to see how many people actually make it this far down in the post...

Cheers

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Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Terry meets a Legend... 

"Oh my God! This is THE Boy Genius?!"
Terry the bartender, once again
Any post that begins with a Terry quote can usually be judged early on to be a late night bender by one or all of us. This one is no different.

Last night was supposed to be a short happy hour with BG and Puncher del Burro who was in town for work. Simple enough. Terry was at the bar but was cut for the night as soon as she walked in for her shift. What's a girl to do on an expected night other than hang with her drunks. She's was still standing behind the bar with the normal pre-drunk chit chat when she asked BG, being called my his proper name Pascal Sebastien Badeau, how two degenerates like ourselves start drinking together.

"Poker" was BG's one word response. No one likes to tell other people about the uber ghey blogs and how two degenerates came to find themselves in the same bar because the internet. It never comes out sounding right and more than a little "myspace"ish in a completely non-heterosexual way.

I leaned over to Terry and said quietly, "He's a blogger too." which actually means something to Terry since she stops by this abandon parking lot of a blog on occasion. "THAT'S Boy Genius" I said, still being quiet about it. There were civilians in the vicinity and no sense getting them riled up when they found out an internet celebrity is in their presence.

"Oh my God! This is THE Boy Genius!?" Terry said very loudly. THE Boy Genius just put his head down and I'm pretty sure his entire body turned bright purple. The commoners standing around us were able to keep their composure so we didn't have a mass stampede of them attempting to touch the hem of his garment. After I stopped my ridiculous and completely uncalled for laughing, I had to pull out the mantra of all blogging geeks.

"Dude, I'm totally going to blog this tomorrow" which was followed by a look from him that said nothing short of cram-it-you-fat-drunk-hippy.

And if you think Terry got loud when she found out she was hanging with BG, you should have really been there when she found out he was the brother of uber-famous Bobby Bracelet. I think she got a little moist.

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Two straight nights in a row where I've found myself sitting at a bar when the ugly lights came up. Leave the weekend to the little people, I'll take my Monday/Tuesday benders with the pros. This morning was not the norm after a binge. I didn't wake up wondering why the cat shit in my mouth, or whether I was still drunk, or why the hell I was wearing someone else's pants. This morning I woke up and my right knee was locked up. The same knee I completely hosed up with my stunning fall during the December Vegas gathering. When my knee feels like this after drinking, I have a mental checklist I walk through with myself in my head...

...ok moron, did you fall? A quick check of all vital limbs (and aren't they all?) confirmed that I probably had not fallen. That's good, one more fall on that knee and I'm surgery bound.

...next, did you run for any reason? Not a completely silly question because it's happened before. Whether I was the chaser or chasee, sometimes fat guys run for unexplained reasons. But if I was running, either my knuckles would be bruised or my ass would have been kicked. In both cases, running did not seem the likely candidate.

...please God don't let it be this one. Did you, for any reason besides guaranteed Playboy quality nookie, get on any dance floor and shake your groove thing? shit! That had to be it. Now think, were you on the dance floor by yourself? If so, feel free to throw yourself off the roof. I believe there was talk of some hippy last night "boogeying down" but I thought they HAD to be talking about someone else. Right?

Two nights, two benders, 1 less knee, 5 girls added to the Bash list to walk around in extremely skimpy outfits to sell raffle tickets.

Wha? I didn't mention that last one before? Oh well, I guess you'll just have to be here. Just like these guys who are now coming to the Bash.

Cheers.

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Current Bash list...

Boy Genius
Dr. Pauly
Iggy
Gracie and Pablo
BadBlood
Spaceman
CJ aka Luckbox
Heather
MeanGene has no choice
StB
Derek
Drizz
Arne
Poker Wolf
Joaquin
Pii - Drowned at the River
Slb
Carter - Just wouldn't be the Bash without Carter.
brdweb
Falstaff
Joe Speaker - That's right ladies. Line up neatly starting at the bar
Veneno - Poker Poison
Katitude the Cheek Grabber
F-Train - Attempting to defend his drunken blogger Championship
Auntie Maudie!
Helixx - lives so close that he has no choice.
Brandon Schaefer - mastering the art of drunken poker one shot at a time
Tripjax
Jordan
SirWiffleWaffleHouse
SoxLover

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Monday, August 07, 2006

Weekend of the Uneventful... 

"That's the Tommy Hilfiger of fruit caddies!"
Terry the bartender
The kind of thing you hear when you take a bartender out of the Boathouse into a one of the new fangled clubs. The Boathouse is old school, McKenzies a shiny new brew pub.

It was a weird quick binge last night. Instead of the standard happy hour-drink-until-death, I didn't show up to the Boathouse until nearly 10pm. The Happy hour crew was gone and the late night party crowd was no where to be found yet. Walking up the steps, I made an observation to Terry. "This is the latest I've been at the bar in a long time where I could actually more than 6 inches past my nose."

We grabbed Terry and made our way over to McKenzies to hangout with the guys from Vibe Tribe (playing at the Bash and members of the AlCantHang Experiment band). Turns out it was cleavage night there. The valley of the gods was present in every corner of the bar and made for an enjoyable lounging/drinking evening. Closing time arrived quicker than we expected and that was it. Barely a buzz. No touch of the hangover in the morning.

Hardly seemed worth it.

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Things get a little crazy and I stop blogging for a little while. You know it's bad when I'm getting local pressure to put something, anything, up on the blog. I do have one thing to report for those at the Bash last year. Everyone seemed to be impressed with Caucci's girlfriend, especially Otis and BG. Yes, I was wasted in that picture. Well, that relationship ended but he seems to be doing ok. Here's the new chippy and hopefully she has a great time at the bash. He found her while he was out exercising. No shit. I have a friend who's trying to get in shape. Sell out!



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Busy busy busy working on Bash details. More emails flying around and I'm going to have further announcements coming up shortly. I just need some confirmation emails. I added Tripjax and Jordan of DADI fame to the blogger list below. Right now I'm working on flyers and a big honkin' evite list to track the number of people attending. The current distribution list is 350+ people and that's the beginning. Keep an eye on your inbox.

Boy Genius
Dr. Pauly
Iggy
Gracie and Pablo
BadBlood
Spaceman
CJ aka Luckbox
Heather
MeanGene has no choice
StB
Derek
Drizz
Arne
Poker Wolf
Joaquin
Pii - Drowned at the River
Slb
Carter - Just wouldn't be the Bash without Carter.
brdweb
Falstaff
Joe Speaker - That's right ladies. Line up neatly starting at the bar
Veneno - Poker Poison
Katitude the Cheek Grabber
F-Train - Attempting to defend his drunken blogger Championship
Auntie Maudie!
Helixx - lives so close that he has no choice.
Brandon Schaefer - mastering the art of drunken poker one shot at a time
Tripjax
Jordan

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