PUMP IT UP

I woke up late having played poker all night (until 4am). Drove moms to Pump It Up in Chino Hills where my brother Paul threw a party for his daughter Lia. Many of the Eddie de Leons were there and some of the Granflors.

I spent some time playing with my nieces and going through some of the obstacle courses Pump It Up has. I was surprised how out of shape I felt after running through some of the courses. Jeez, I am freakin' old.

The party ended with pizza, drinks and cake. Well, at least at Pump It Up. Afterwards, the party moved to mom's house. The men gathered around to talk about poker. We needed a table (which Zita provided), some beer (which Kimi brought) and some cigars (which needed to be bought). BJ and I volunteered to buy the cigars at the local cigar store down the street. After blowin' some trees in the parking lot, we went in and purchased cigars for each of the poker players. Having won at poker last night, I told everyone it was my treat.

The poker table was cleaned and fitted with an old blanket. Interestingly, Jansen found an old dogs playing poker tapestry that I thought I had lost. It turned out to be on the top shelf of where we store blankets. Most people recognize the art, but have no idea who actually painted the original canvas. Here's the answer:

Even Bill got into the action after my brother Noel kind of forced him into the tournament. We all had lots of fun and there were several bad beats that we will probably never forget. Of course, BJ was the first one out but he redeemed himself by splitting the pot on the last tourney. As for me, my old ass was reduced to lying in a fetal position around 9pm having smoked and drank way too much. It was like a hangover hit me on the same day! Maybe it was the cigars, maybe it was the four glasses of scotch, but either way, the night was over for me just like that.