Post by All American Dave on Apr 11, 2010 18:33:54 GMT -5
Hey all I've changed my user name from d1swanny to All American Dave. My poker clients adopted this nickname for me and it has grown to a point that maybe I can use it to grow my business. Here is a piece of an article in Bluff Magazine written by Jennifer Tilly:
January
March 2010 | Jennifer Tilly
January is cold and wet. I am alone in the house. Phil is in Brazil with Rast, on a part-vacation-part-work trip. I don’t want to go to Aussie Millions or Atlantis alone so I decide to stay in LA and work on getting my life in order.
Phil is on this new health kick. Antonio has a guy living in his apartment called All American Dave. Dave trains the whole gang, and monitors what they eat. In the morning, oatmeal with a little protein powder, at lunch maybe grilled fish, no carbs, at dinner Dave orders for everybody: food items that he deems to be appropriate. Phil resisted being one of the crowd for a long time, mostly on principle. “Can you believe Antonio can’t eat this?” he’d say defiantly shoveling down a big plate of spaghetti. But now he is Brazil with Rast, and Rast wants to stay on the All American Dave program, so Phil has succumbed. Never one to do anything by halves he is now wildly enthusiastic about his new healthy lifestyle.
Phil’s daily reports consist mainly of what he didn’t do. “Today we went to a steak place, and they brought around these little fried onions and potatoes and I DIDN’T eat them!” he announces proudly. Or
“There is a place down the street from us that has this really good pineapple ice cream and I DIDN’T get any!”
Instead of eating they go to the gym like the denizens of Jersey Shore. “We did an hour and a half of chest today,” he’ll report, “and then had a protein shake” Once he calls in a panic. “I had a horrible nightmare,” he says shaking. “I dreamt I was at an All You Can Eat buffet, and I took a big scoop of mint chocolate ice cream, and I hid it under a lettuce leaf so Rast wouldn’t see it, because it’s not on the list of approved food items…”
“And…?” I am waiting for the scary part.
"And... and... I ATE IT!" he whispers.
There is a pause while I digest this.
“It seemed more scary in the dream,” says Phil apologetically.
I feel guilty. I had been planning to work out diligently and count calories, so when Phil came back I would be a whole different girl. But I lost my way. I’ve been spending nights in the kitchen playing poker on the counter. While I play I keep the back burner of the gas range on and toast coconut marshmallows over the flame with a fork.................
The article goes on...........
Anyways this is an example of what's happening so......
All American Dave is in the house!
January
March 2010 | Jennifer Tilly
January is cold and wet. I am alone in the house. Phil is in Brazil with Rast, on a part-vacation-part-work trip. I don’t want to go to Aussie Millions or Atlantis alone so I decide to stay in LA and work on getting my life in order.
Phil is on this new health kick. Antonio has a guy living in his apartment called All American Dave. Dave trains the whole gang, and monitors what they eat. In the morning, oatmeal with a little protein powder, at lunch maybe grilled fish, no carbs, at dinner Dave orders for everybody: food items that he deems to be appropriate. Phil resisted being one of the crowd for a long time, mostly on principle. “Can you believe Antonio can’t eat this?” he’d say defiantly shoveling down a big plate of spaghetti. But now he is Brazil with Rast, and Rast wants to stay on the All American Dave program, so Phil has succumbed. Never one to do anything by halves he is now wildly enthusiastic about his new healthy lifestyle.
Phil’s daily reports consist mainly of what he didn’t do. “Today we went to a steak place, and they brought around these little fried onions and potatoes and I DIDN’T eat them!” he announces proudly. Or
“There is a place down the street from us that has this really good pineapple ice cream and I DIDN’T get any!”
Instead of eating they go to the gym like the denizens of Jersey Shore. “We did an hour and a half of chest today,” he’ll report, “and then had a protein shake” Once he calls in a panic. “I had a horrible nightmare,” he says shaking. “I dreamt I was at an All You Can Eat buffet, and I took a big scoop of mint chocolate ice cream, and I hid it under a lettuce leaf so Rast wouldn’t see it, because it’s not on the list of approved food items…”
“And…?” I am waiting for the scary part.
"And... and... I ATE IT!" he whispers.
There is a pause while I digest this.
“It seemed more scary in the dream,” says Phil apologetically.
I feel guilty. I had been planning to work out diligently and count calories, so when Phil came back I would be a whole different girl. But I lost my way. I’ve been spending nights in the kitchen playing poker on the counter. While I play I keep the back burner of the gas range on and toast coconut marshmallows over the flame with a fork.................
The article goes on...........
Anyways this is an example of what's happening so......
All American Dave is in the house!
