A good portion of the chicks in the room were already completely trashed, which was a portent of good things to come. I waded through the waves of estrogen, and eventually found my table. It was populated with an interesting cross-section of the female species, with a distinct poker twist: a young dyke, an older dyke, a middle aged dyke, two drunk dykes, a Chinese dyke, and two women that had absolutely no clue about poker or dykes.
How I’d managed to find probably the only table in the entire room inhabited entirely by dykes was worthy of someone’s Ph.D. thesis; that I was no longer single, and therefore unable to take advantage of this happenstance, was a cosmic joke.