Real Men Need Poker Night / God, sex, cars, really good scotch and a lot of five-card stud. Might just be essential to your health: "But maybe I've been wrong all along. Maybe there are ways to do this sort of thing right. Maybe I've been neglecting an important aspect of life, that of the Gathering of Like-Minded Ones, the Reinforcement of the Gender Thing, the Great Weekly Bonding Event.
Because I now find I want to start a poker night. A real one. Sort of.
I want to gather a cluster of a few friends every week and have them bring buckets of spare change and whip up some exceptional food and enjoy much laughter and discussion and raunchy jokes and music and expensive scotch, and stay up too late until the last hand is played out and the last drop of whiskey is enjoyed and everyone goes home buzzed and askew and tired.
Because it's necessary. Because discussion and camaraderie and frequent deep laughter are dying arts. Because the Net is an isolating beast and television is slow poison and the world is increasingly bitter, and we all appear to be increasingly combative and wary and fearful. "
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