We caught up to the sun rising on the way to Dublin to get there bright and early in the morning.  I meander about Dublin Airport until I hear a familiar voice:

“Dr Fill Good?”

So my three weeks in Europe have begun. LAPPIN, rounder63 and I immediately start planning non-stop mischief and gambling in the cab home as we enjoy the sites of Dublin's downtown. (Did you know there is agiant spike in the midst of Dublin's downtown? Neither did I... because its kind of useless!)

After we arrived and got settled, Rounder insta-falls asleep so Lappin and I decide to play a very friendly game of HU poker as neither of us are very competitive. We both felt like playing for 25 euros just for fun, with neither of us putting much stake in who won.

I dominate three games in a row. In shocking fashion as well. I will admit that I won 2 key coin-flips which, if I lose, I most likely lose two games, but I maneuvered myself around Lappin’s adjustments and ended up winning.

Possibly the greatest moment of my trip so far was at the very end of the third game, I had a monster chip lead and ended up shipping a meh omaha hand into Lappin’s mini stack. When the turn hit I had a gut shot, overcards to his pairs, and a flush draw. When the gut shot hit, the pure sadness stricken across Lappin’s face warmed my ice cold soul by at least 3 degrees. He slowly put his head down on the table as I rushed to find some form of picture capturing technology.Unable to scrounge any devices I fall back on my i-phone. As Lappin pulls himself off the table, it looked as he had the weight of the world pulling him down. He moped up the stairs and I missed my chance but I had faith that there would be many more moments such as that.