Dinner Was An Omen

There was a poker game scheduled to be played at our house tonight. During the afternoon, a friend called to see what our dinner plans were and if we wanted to make Cashew Chicken before the game.

I knew it would be a good night.

Dinner was wonderful, but poker started bad. I busted out of the tournament early to have to buy back in, but 4 hours later, I left with the big bucks.

Dinner was an omen for the night that would be.