The hustler

Well, I just finished whipping Don’s pants off in poker.  One hour and a half and he’s out of chips.  Granted, I had an unfair advantage.  I was wearing Jenny’s shirt.  A very cool shirt made out of bumpy dark brown long underwear material with very cool embroidery and beading and a little bit of sparkles right around the bust area. 

Don was trying to focus, but his eyes kept being drawn back to Jenny’s shirt.  I got a lot of, “you’re so pretty“‘s and stuff.  And I’d smile in an innocent way and up the ante and he was so spell bound by my good-luck Jenny shirt that he fell for it and flipped his chips in as well. 

He didn’t know what hit him.  He was like a poker-playing-zombie.  He didn’t know that my sister’s good poker playing vibes had embedded themselves into her shirt and he didn’t have a chance. 

I love this shirt Jenny gave me.  I’m glad she cleaned out her closet.  I’m going to wear it the next time we play poker and see if I can beat Don again, because that was fun!

Posted by Meg Tilly on Wednesday, April 09, 2008 in

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