L.I.P.S.

So I dealt the ladies only tourney last week. I gotta tell ya, I was like a kid in a candy store! Over 600 women partook in this poker fiasco. Jennifer Tilly ended up winning the thing, but that's of ill-importance. Did I mention it was ladies only...and there were over 600 of 'em? Mercy. Hotties everywhere! There was, however, a big group of women, all decked out in L.I.P.S. attire. [L]adies [I]nternational [P]oker [S]eries, is what the acronym stands for - although it's really just a bunch of [L]esbians [I]n [P]oker [S]hirts. One of there, what appeared to be, 'spokespersons' was, I kid you not, a Mexican lady named Lupe`. She couldn't've been more the perfect stereotype. She was kinda outspoken *by that I mean, loud-mouth extraordinaire*. She told anyone and everyone about LIPS, who they were, and what they did. Evidently, this gaggle of carpetmunchers travel around and follow the WSOP circuit and 'take over' the women's tourney at each venue. If I were a true lesbian, (not the cliche'd type *you know, a lesbian trapped in a man's body*) I'd've been embarassed.

Anyhow...this was truly one of my funnest days so far. I was pretty sure I'd be in for some seroiusly shitty poker, coupled with constant bickering and nagging. Let's face it 600+ women, in one room, with the free will to speak. I couldn't've been more wrong. It was a BLAST! One table in particular, I could've stayed at all day. Karina Jett was directly across from me, in seat 5. Absolutley stunning! One chick, to her right *seat 4*, who looked like a cross between Al Delveccio (from Happy Days) and Laverne Defazio (sp. from Laverne and Shirley) was a complete riot. Her mom is apparently a taxi drvier in NYC and her cab is seen on Taxicab Confessions a lot. She was telling stories about some of the shit her mom has seen. One scene had something to do with a chick using a breat pump in the cab...all the women, including Karina, chimed in. All the while, I am eavesdropping like no tomorrow :) Karina was hilarious as well. She said the first time someone came up and asked her hubby (Chip Jett) for an autograph...she busted out laughing and had to walk away. Sorry Chip...but that shit is funny!

I only ran across one complete bitch the entire day *granted, I didn't get to meet the entire field, by any means...I am sure there were plenty more*. Overall tho, I had less of an inclination to stick my foot in someones ass during this event, than any other. That says something for the women.

By the way...if you are that incredibly hot chick from Kentucky, that was sitting in seat 10 when I left...(you were about to bust out at that point) if you read this...please contact me :) Pierre Renoir, Claude Monet, Edouard Manet or Paul Cezanne couldn't paint a picture more striking than you!