Poker Night

IMG_0905I have to admit that when my neighbor asked me to join the new poker group she was starting, I had my doubts.  The group was going to meet one Friday night a month, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to add another standing commitment to our already too-full calendar.  Even more concerning, I was going to be the only member of the group who actually knew how to play poker, which meant it would be my job to teach everyone else how to play.

My first inclination was to say no.  My second inclination was to say yes, and then explain that poker always has to be played for money, and that it was a good idea for everyone to bring their valuable jewelry and car titles so that they would have something to bet if their money ran out.  (Did I mention I was the only one who knew how to play?)  Luckily, I went with the third option, which was to agree to join the group and teach everyone how to play, and to play only for the little plastic chips that are handed out before each session.  I do have a few finer instincts left.

My father taught me to play poker when I was five years old, and my in-laws play poker at almost every family gathering, so I am very comfortable with the game.  But I quickly found out that teaching other people how to play is not always so easy.  A typical exchange goes something like this:

Me:  “Okay, now that I’ve dealt the cards, you can either bet, fold (quit that hand) or check the bet (wait to see what the bet is without quitting the hand).  We start with the person to the left of the dealer and go around the table.”

Debby:  “I check the bet.”

Sandra:  “I bet one.”

Paula:  “I check the bet.”

Me: “You can’t check the bet, because Sandra bet one.  So now you have to either bet one, raise, or fold.”

Paula:  “But you let Debby check the bet.”

Me:  “That’s because nobody had bet yet.”

Paula:  “But I want to check the bet.”

Me:  “You can’t check the bet.”

Paula:  “Why do you hate me?”

And so it goes….  But we muddle along, with me slowly learning to be a better teacher and the others slowly mastering the game.  I suppose we might give up if the whole point of the evening was just to play poker, but of course, it isn’t. Between arguments about who is and isn’t allowed to “check the bet” we spend a lot of time talking and laughing, catching up on each other’s lives and just plain enjoying each other’s company.

With every gathering, we are getting to know each other a little better.  We feel comfortable telling the truth about our families, both the proud moments and the painful ones, knowing that we will get nothing but support in return.  We talk about the things we’re happy we’ve accomplished, and the dreams that we are still hoping will come true some day.   And in between the friendly banter, the serious talk, the eating and the drinking, and the occasional hand of poker, the evenings just fly by.

I’m so glad that my neighbor started this group and invited me to be a part of it.  I’m even happier that I didn’t decide I was too busy to join.  Sometimes being middle aged means feeling that we are already doing all that we can do, and don’t have room to add more friends, more commitments, more new anything, and that’s a shame.  Because there is always something new that is worth the time, if we are just willing to give it a chance.  I took the risk on poker night, and that’s a bet that paid off, big time.

22 thoughts on “Poker Night

  1. What a fun thing to do! I have the same feelings of reluctance about committing to meetings or weekly gatherings, but I think I might change that attitude when I get back home.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. This is SUCH a wonderful post. I was totally laughing out loud as they say. I absolutely think you should play for money at some point…loose change at least! Ha ha. Wonderful piece about women, friendship and just life….. Thanks for making me laugh when I needed it Ann!! xxoo

    Liked by 1 person

  3. I remember walking into a casino poker room and realizing that no one was enjoying themselves. No one smiled. No one looked happy. Everyone looked like they were nurturing a compulsion.

    On the other hand, a neighborhood poker game is like pick-up baseball. It’s purpose is beyond the game.

    Liked by 1 person

    • That’s why I hate casinos….I mostly see desperation, not happiness or fun. But as you say, friends or family playing poker around the kitchen table, is something entirely different, thank goodness! Especially when we’re just playing for chips. When I was a kid, we played for coins, but took them out of the family coin jar before the game, and put them back in afterwards, no matter who won.

      Liked by 1 person

  4. The exchange between yourself and your neighbors who were just learning was hilarious. I’d say you can probably easy bluff them at some point but the less they know the more willing they’d be to go full boar poker is a great game to share with neighbors. Stepping out of your confort zone is always fun..:)

    Liked by 1 person

  5. I recently decided I needed to make some new friends in the local area where we built our house. It is a risk to ask people to come together just to get to know one another and form deeper friendships because what if you get rejected or what if people don’t “click”? Some felt we needed a purpose – book study or current affairs discussion. I’m sticking with getting to know one another and hoping it grows into something meaningful. Every month as I send out a reminder, I worry yet again that my overtures will be rejected as a waste of time. What insecurities I have uncovered!

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Good for you to try to form a new group of friends! It does mean risking rejection, but I think its still worth the effort. The trick, I think, is not to give up. I joined a neighborhood book club, and I have to admit it took me a while to feel comfortable in it. But I stuck it out, and have gotten to know some of my neighbors much better because of it. Forming new relationships can be hard, no matter what our age. Hang in there!

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s