Dear Dora,
I have a great bunch of guys for friends. We play poker every weekend. It used to be just on Friday nights, but recently, we have been playing on Saturdays and even Sundays. I enjoy poker a lot, although I never seem to win, and I certainly like seeing my friends so much, but I'm afraid I'm getting "pokered" out.
We used to take turns having the game at each guy's house. One Friday night, though, while we were playing at our apartment, my wife noticed that we were running out of beer and snacks. She said she had to stay there to serve the guys, and suggested that I run out and get some more party supplies. It seemed odd to me, because we had never run out of beer or chips and salsa before, and I was sure I had bought at least as much as I ever had. But, I tried to be a good sport about it, and went out and got some additional beer and snacks.
It took me a fairly long time, as our house isn't near any all-night stores. When I returned, everyone seemed sort of disheveled. Some of the guys had taken off their shirts and shoes, even though our apartment wasn't all that warm. Ron, my car-pooling buddy, and my wife, even seemed flushed, and out of breath.
I asked what had been happening, and everyone said it had gotten really hot while I was gone, but that it was much cooler, now. Everyone liked the cold beer, and sat around drinking and chatting. Everyone seemed to have lost interest in playing cards, but nobody seemed to want to go home. There was some quiet talk among the other players, though, and all of a sudden, my friend Earl said that, actually, he did want to go home, but since he had ridden to our place with Don, who was staying, he guessed he would have to hang around.
My wife suggested that I be a good host, and run Earl home. I complained that I had just got back from the store, and Earl lived clear on the other side of town - it would take me over an hour to take him home and get back to the party! But my wife basically insisted, with everyone else backing her up. None of the other guys volunteered to drive Earl home, even though some of them lived quite near to his house.
Well, I did take Earl home, and it took me an hour and a half to get back to our apartment. This time, when I got back, everyone was sitting around the card table, except for the empty chair where Earl had been sitting, and my chair, of course. All of a sudden, my wife came up from below the table, and took her seat at Earl's place. Her face was flushed, and Don seemed to be gasping for breath. Ron explained that Elaine had been sitting in the last few hands. Well, what he actually said was "she has been playing with us." He said maybe she dropped her chips and was picking them up from below the table. Elaine said "No, Don actually dropped his nuts." For some reason, everyone seemed to think this was really funny.
I appreciated my wife keeping the guys entertained while I was gone, and helping Don with his nuts. But it was getting very late. I suggested that we should break up the party, but Art said he had had so much fun, he wanted to get together again on Saturday, maybe early in the afternoon.
