It has begun. The Pain Cave is getting a make over. It is soooo long over due! Like I mentioned before our poker room, what is affectionately referred to as The Pain Cave for reasons obvious to any poker player, is really not a room at all, but a corner of a very unfinished basement.
But not for long!!!! Last night one of the poker guys, whose motivation is that he spends nearly as much time down there as we do, came over with prices for supplies. Colors have been picked from a chart and measurements have been taken! It's getting exciting even for me. The guys will even have their own bathroom down there so they don't have to go out side to give our neighbor the nightly "Men of Poker Peep Show".
I will be posting before before and after pictures soon.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Introductions
Hi, My name is Sarah a.k.a. Bluffy the Donkey Slayer (my poker nickname), and I am a Poker Wife. about 5 years ago my husband, who was then my fiance, started playing poker with a few of his friends. First it was a $20 or $30 dollar friendly tournament once every couple of weeks. That soon turned into every week, and before i knew it he was playing not only at other peoples houses a couple times a week but also having a home game of his own at least twice a week.
That's when the "Pain Cave" was born. A small corner of our very unfinished basement with all the essentials: Poker table and chip set, check, TV devoted to ESPN, Caddyshack, and Independence Day, check, Frat house wall art including beer signs, a few random street signs, and the always popular mechanic shop calendar featuring hot chicks pretending to change the oil, check. The Pain cave soon became the hummingbird feeder of the local poker junkies. Almost any night of the week that there isn't a game going on anywhere else the texts and phone calls start pouring in from guys looking for a game, and more often than not they get one.
And so now I am the poker wife, spending most of my evenings ignoring the roar of drunk poker guys simultaneously celebrating and wining like babies. Spending most evening entertaining my self I took up on-line poker and watch an embarrassing amount of TV, and taken up about a million random hobbies. I am one of a million poker wives out there, so I will add one more Hobie to the list to let my rants of boredom and self entertainment out to the rest of the poker wife community to hear.
That's when the "Pain Cave" was born. A small corner of our very unfinished basement with all the essentials: Poker table and chip set, check, TV devoted to ESPN, Caddyshack, and Independence Day, check, Frat house wall art including beer signs, a few random street signs, and the always popular mechanic shop calendar featuring hot chicks pretending to change the oil, check. The Pain cave soon became the hummingbird feeder of the local poker junkies. Almost any night of the week that there isn't a game going on anywhere else the texts and phone calls start pouring in from guys looking for a game, and more often than not they get one.
And so now I am the poker wife, spending most of my evenings ignoring the roar of drunk poker guys simultaneously celebrating and wining like babies. Spending most evening entertaining my self I took up on-line poker and watch an embarrassing amount of TV, and taken up about a million random hobbies. I am one of a million poker wives out there, so I will add one more Hobie to the list to let my rants of boredom and self entertainment out to the rest of the poker wife community to hear.
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