Friday, March 11, 2005

I have become a Poker widow.

To a certain extent, they are all dogs.
Scott's Burlington buddies recently started playing poker and he has been totally sucked in. It has become their Friday night ritual at either our buddy Dave's garage, or at Mike's kitchen table.

I am not going to lie - I don't understand it, I don't encourage it, in fact, I downright loathe it.

That is where he is tonight - at Mike's house. In fact, he's crashing there. He tells me that he needs to blow of steam, that he doesn't get to socialize with them that much, and that this is a great way to do it. But I think it is a shitty habit, kind of juvenile, and a sad attempt to hold onto "the good old days". I suppose it is cheaper than going to the bar, but something about it bothers me. I'm not sure if it is because I am being deserted pretty much every Friday night, or that it is gambling, or that women clearly aren't welcome, or a combination of all of them. I just hope that he understands that once we have kids, it will not be cool for him to go fuck off every Friday night to go gamble with his friends in some hotbox of a garage inhaling second hand smoke and pretending like they are big time. So, enjoy it now, I guess. If you're looking for me, I'm in the basement playing Barbies with Jennifer.

Yes, I am bitter.


  1. In a GARAGE? Brrrrrr...

    You should call me on Friday nights, I am freakishly obsessed with spending them by myself. Scott goes out and I get to watch What Not to Wear, read books, listen to records, and take baths. I'm a rock-widow, and it has some definite bonuses. Though, maybe poker is different.


  2. I LOVE IT when Jackson goes out on Fridays and I am home by myself. Seriously, Kat. Rethink this. Embrace the alone time. The crappy TV, the tea, the really good bottle of wine. You can write, you can listen to whatever you want and not have to compromise on the album. It's a little piece of heaven on earth.

  3. C'mon girl, give the man some freedom. You don't wanna be like those Oprah-women who lock their man up in the house all day and all night.

    And why don't you go out? Don't keep yourself locked in the house. Go see a movie or something. Don't just sit there and complain about "Oh, Scott's gone to play poker, fuck him". It's guy's night out, a night designed so that men won't get sick of their women.

    Big N's Advice For The Day™

  4. I think it's more along the lines of a night designed so women won't kill their men.

  5. ^^ It goes both ways. You think men love their women ALL THE TIME???

  6. Well, it isn't like I could go out, even if I wanted to as we are a one car family in the 'burbs.

  7. Yo, Big N speaks truth. What's up with it? Maybe it's the gambling aspect? Are they playing for real money? If so, I'd be vexer than a mutha as well.

    But if he's spending time with his friends, what's wrong with that? Make some friends in your neighbourhood, guy. Or go out with your girls to some nice restaurant in Toronto.

    Whoa guy... I thought when you get married you DO let each other get out once in a while. This is so unlike you, homes, you're a million times more liberal than I am...

  8. is it 'cause he's clearly having funfunfunfun without you while you stay at home and stew on a friday?

    and if it's hismoney, let him do whatever he wants with it. if it's loot from the joint savings account, then he needs a shot in the ass.

    let him do his thing--you wouldn't be so upset if he was out with his buddies knitting on fridays, would you? LOL

    do your OWN thing on fridays. pamper yourself. or, do that one thing that he hates that you do, and revel in it all friday night long 'cause he's not in the house to bitch and moan about it.

    it could be so much worse, kat.

  9. I think I'll get a copy of that "Dogs Playing Poker" painting and put it up in my living room. It'll go great with my wagonwheel coffee table and my full size hammerhead shark.