Once a month we host a poker tournament. We usually have between 10 and 20 players. We start around 7 and are usually wrapping it up around midnight. A few friends usually stick around for 30 minutes or so and we shoot the shit. This month was a little bit different…
Last night the poker game wrapped up around 11:30. A few of the players who had been knocked out early were playing some card games at the other table. Our friend Marcia had recently taught us a new game called Golf that we've been playing a bit, so we were teaching it to the rest of the group. After the first game, we played another. Then another. Then “just one more.” And then only one more. Rinse, repeat.
Somewhere around 3:00 AM Chris headed up to bed. Marcia, Craig, Ashley, Charles, Brent, Michelle and I kept playing. With us being as loud as we were, I have no idea how she was able to sleep at all. Around 4:00 AM there started to be talk of going to breakfast. By 4:45 we had woke Chris up and headed to Denny's. Of course, we took along a deck of cards.
As our breakfast was being served, our waiter delivered a plate with about ten 2-ounce cups of maple syrup. By the time breakfast was over, there were 5 left. It's at this time when Marcia says, “I want to play a game where the loser has to chug one of those cups of syrup.” After the table stopped laughing, I said I was in. We decided to play 2-card Guts. I won the first round and Marcia chugged the shot of syrup like a trooper. I knew I wasn't off the hook that easy. There were still 4 more containers of syrup just sitting there. So we played again. 2-0 Hawkins. Woo Hoo!
After the second shot of syrup, our waiter was walking back towards the kitchen. I stopped him and asked if he wanted to play a game. I explained the rules and he agreed. So the three of us drew our cards. This time, I wasn't so lucky. But neither was the waiter. Our waiter took the first shot like a champ. I then took mine. Holy crap that stuff is sweet. It's also rather thick, so it's not like just taking a drink. You almost have to chew the stuff.
Since there was one shot left, Marcia and I drew again. Another victory for me meant shot #3 for Marcia. She was so hopped up on sugar, I think she decided to leave her car at the restaurant and run home.
We tipped our waiter VERY well and headed back home to get some sleep. This was the first time in I don't know how long that I had been awake for nearly 24 straight hours. I forgot how much that zaps your energy. Luckily I had that shot of syrup to keep me going.