Poker
Last Friday I had an interesting evening. I'd been invited to play poker with some friends from work, who I don't usually hang out with outside of softball. I had to get directions to the guy's house who was hosting. I actually glossed over the directions, so I was a tad surprised to see that there are a lot of nice houses in his neighborhood. He lives on a street without a sign, so it's really not an easy place. I get to the cul-de-sac and find #4 and there are 2 bulidings on the lot. One is a small house, the other some sort of meeting hall. There's a sign out front that says "Quaker Meetings 9 AM and 11 AM". So I figure, he must live in the other house. No so! He's the caretaker for the Quaker Meeting house, only pays $50/month in rent, and sleeps upstairs.
I played poker in the Quaker Meeting house, and lost $1.75. It was a surreal evening.
