I played poker in an elevator.

That's right. With a table, and chairs, and three opponents, in a functioning elevator that several people wanted to use during our hold 'em tournament. As can be imagined, some of their reactions were more than slightly humorous.

All the time, I have these moments where I wonder what happened, what I did, which way I went to get to where I am right then. It happened a lot watching sumo, a lot watching sunrises before having gone to bed. But it was never so powerful as when I looked around and thought about the fact that I was sitting in the Dod elevator playing fake money poker in the wee hours of the morning, and I'm pretty sure that whenever it happens from this point forth, I'll be thinking, "Wow. This is almost like the time we had the poker game in the Dod elevator."

And I'd like to apologize for my use/misuse of commas in this post.