Mr. X’s Party

I was sitting at a table playing cards with Mr. X and a couple of his friends. I had a pile of money and interestingly enough, a pile of coupons. Don't ask me why. I was doing quite well, despite my poor recollection of the game we were playing. Also, I'm a lousy shuffler- I just move a few cards here and a few cards there and I call it good. Being such, I offered the player on my right the opportunity to cut. He just looked annoyed and gave the cards back to me - apparently my shuffling was sufficient enough for him. (Or maybe I was supposed to offer the cut to the player on my left?) Oh well, I started dealing, and I am dealing 5 at a time, but what do you know I accidentally deal 6 to guy on my left. As I start to take one of the cards back, Mr. X who is across the table from me, points out that I can just deal 4 out next time. Anyway, play proceeds, I went the big pot, and figure I better get out of the game before I try these guys patience any further....

Outside there is a lawn party going on. I'm drinking some Bell's Two-Hearted Ale, and I a few older folks seem interested in what I am drinking and I figure they're just not familiar with the brand. But later, when I am grabbing some more beer out of the fridge over in the neighbor's driveway, I realize that I had brought the Michelob and not the Bell's. I am thinking these folks were probably upset that I was drinking their beers and that's why I was getting the stares. I also note that the Two-Hearted's are in some kind of strange flasks. I figure I better not test my luck any further, and grab the last couple of Michelobs. I am a little wobbly now, and notice the neighbor staring out his window at me- so I am being extra careful not to spill any beer in his yard.

I run into my parents and grand-parents. They are playing cards on a picnic table our in the yard. I think about having them deal me in a hand, but they are in the middle of something and it is not progressing very fast so I decide to split.

As I am heading home, I am having some issues with my car. I am having issues steering so the car is swerving all over the place, and in addition to that the driver’s seat is sideways so that the back of the seat is blocking the driver’s side window obstructing my view. On top of that, as I am driving down Roosevelt, nearing my house on Royal Oak, I pass a cop car. I am almost sure he is going to stop me, and it’s not like I didn’t have a few drinks at the party….

Well, I make it home ok. But now I see someone has left the freezer open… Lisa!
“We weren’t in the freezer, I swear!” she claims, and that’s when I notice the four other kids. I’m not home so apparently that mean’s it’s party time. “Everyone needs to get out now!” I yell, and start counting down from 5. Although my countdown is effective, Lisa, is furious and won’t stop screaming at me.