That's a picture of Gary - from like 20 years ago. Doesn't he bear a striking resemblance to Larry Fine?
Why am I taking the time to remember Jew Boy?
Because poker night is tonight. Poker night has been on haitus for like over a month...ergo haven't seen Gary in like over a month. Poor guy hasn't had his ass kicked by a girl in a poker game in too long.
Tonight that changes. Plus my sista is playing. Gary cannot handle playing with Carm. I think she plays HIM. Should be interesting. Ooo I meant Cricket!
BTW Carm (her real name) really dislikes the nick name Cricket so it may be time to retire it. It's not like it has meaning to her or anything. It's not like she's into crickets or rubs her legs together (quite the opposite, actually lol) About 5 years ago, out of the blue, I said to her "You need a cute and fun nickname. How about Cricket?" And she was like "Nooooo I don't like it." So we'd joke about it every now and then but never actually used it until I threw it into this blog.
Her real name is Carmela. (see why I think she needed a nick name?) And she doesn't really have a shortened version of that. Everyone just calls her Carmela. Both she and I were named after our grandmothers. Luck us. At the poker table Gary started her "Marcella mia dolce" which is Italian for "Marcella, my sweet".
But she needs a REAL nickname. One that represents HER. And the thing she is most about is SALSA DANCING. She can really boogie or whatever you call it. I dunno. I have 2 left feet.
That reminds me, she talked me into stopping by her dance place one night after we were out. Ugh. Have I mentioned that I'm antisocial in person and she's like uber friendly?
So everyone knows her and she introduces me to like a million people, god help me. But that isn't the worst part. The worst part is guys kept asking me to dance. And I had to keep saying "No, I don't know how to dance." To which they'd reply "Oh I'll teach you." Ummm nooooo I mean I have 2 left feet and CANNOT dance. Anyway, after alot of refusals I dance with this guy, just to be polite (and cuz he kept asking).
OMG - He was the stinkiest guy I ever had the displeasure of boogying with. He kept telling me what to do, dancewise, but every time he opened his mouth, the worst stink would come out. Like someone died in there. So after that miserable dance (and no I couldn't get the hang of it at all) I thank him and exit stage right. But he was there waiting for me when we left. Ugh.
Boy am I off the beaten path. If you have any ideas for a new nickname for Carmela, lay them on me as I wanna try them out tonight at poker.