Just one of the guys

One of the benefits of the "newspaper of the future," which I now work for, is that I have Sundays and Mondays off. Which means that I'm working Tuesday nights now, so I'm invited to the Tuesday night poker game that the copy desk guys put together every week after work. And, since I'm the only woman who works on Tuesday nights, I get to hang out with the guys, pounding back beers and gossiping about co-workers (Yes, I was surpised to discover that guys do this, too.)

Given the fact that I haven't played poker since my sophomore year of college, when we used to gather in the Crawford social room for rousing rounds of seven-card stud, I've actually done pretty well at the weekly gathering. I raked in about $5 last week after winning a substantial pot with a straight flush.

The only downside is we don't get done working until about 1 a.m., which means the poker game usually runs well into the wee hours of the morning. Last week, I'm pretty sure I saw light breaking through the sky on my drive home – at about 5:15 a.m. That's late, even by a copy editor's standards. Or early, by old people's standards.