Hollywood Hills - September 2nd

[Julie]

Oh the drama continues. Check out this week's edition of Hollywood Hills...and you decide which direction it will take next week!

Hollywood Hills

If love is blind, then infatuation is completely senseless. Ah yes - we’ve all been there. The thrill of the chase, that first kiss, hormones running high, common sense and integrity operating at crippling lows. So what if your friends don’t agree? This could be the one. You’re days of ordering dim-sum for one are over, right?

Riiiiiiight. HollywoodPoker.com’s Player Manager, Mike, learned the sense-inhibiting effects of infatuation the hard way.

Mike was anxious for his first date with hotpokergirl. He’d carefully considered what to wear and decided on his favorite pair of acid-washed jeans and a t-shirt cleverly displaying the front of a tuxedo. Classy, he’d thought to himself. Pure class.

Mike was a man of unprecedented class. Around HP headquarters he’d quickly gained himself a reputation for being able to daintily sip chocolate milk through in nostrils. He wasn’t sure if he was going to break out that little jewel with hotpokergirl – at least on the first date. After all, he didn’t want her to fall too fast.

For their first date, Mike had asked her to join him at the local art museum for the weekly ‘Fun with Clay’ class. The way a woman worked with her hands, he’d heard, said a lot about who she was. He wasn’t sure how, exactly, but he was sure he could figure that out. After clay, he planned to take her out for dinner and drinks at a local pancake house.

While he was waiting for hotpokergirl outside the museum, a stranger approached him.

“You don’t know me,” the stranger began “but I have some extremely important information about the woman you are supposed to be meeting here.”

Mike opened his mouth to speak, but the stranger put his fingers to Mike’s lips. Mike tasted salsa and a slight tang of citrus. He was immediately hungry and considered forgoing the ‘Fun with Clay’ and moving straight to the pancake house.

“Shh”, the stranger commanded. “Time is of the essence. She’ll be here soon.” The stranger began the story quickly.

“You see, a long time ago, long before you or I were born, there lived a humble shoemaker and his wife. The wife was a shrill, heartless woman who constantly nagged the poor shoemaker with her demands for jewels and lavish clothing. One day, when the shoemaker was sleeping, the woman stole out of the house with what she thought was all of the money the shoemaker had saved and moved to Nepal, where it is said she opened at coconut plantation and married another man, named Pablo.”

“What does any of this have to do with…”.

“Silence! All will be revealed in due course.” The man glared hard at Mike then continued. “Despite her cruel demeanor, the shoemaker missed his wife horribly and lamented his loss everyday for the rest of his life. Years later, just before he died, he discovered that his wife had left bearing a child – his child – and that child was now a grown man, living in Hollywood Hills. Unfortunately, the shoemaker died before he could ever meet his son, but did manage to write him a letter before his death. Apparently, the shoemaker, unbeknownst to his greedy wife, had invested a modest portion of his meager earnings in the scented lip-gloss industry. He was a rich man and wanted to leave every cent to his estranged son.”

The stranger took a deep breath then said, “I am that son. After I inherited all my father’s money, I decided to pursue my dream of becoming a professional poker player. I did very well for myself and thought I had everything I wanted: Money, fame and above all, a beautiful woman. This woman was phenomenal – or so I thought. I soon discovered that she was only with me because it brought her closer to her true love – poker – a game she adored without boundaries but was hopelessly clueless at playing. I was devastated and confronted her about my suspicions several times. Of course, she denied it, but I soon discovered she had joined an online dating site to meet other poker enthusiasts. I was not enough – and no one else will ever be enough. I’m here to warn you this hotpokergirl you’re here to meet is the fickle woman of which I speak. Yes, you’re HP Mike, Player Manager of Hollywood Poker – admittedly the best online poker site in history – and I should know, I played there - but rest assured she’ll ruin your life the same way she’s ruined mine. She’ll make you believe she’s what you want her to be and as soon as she thinks she’s found someone better, she’ll leave.”

“Listen buddy, we’re only talking pancakes here.”

“Beware”, the stranger said as he slowly backed away. “Bewaaaaaaaaaaare….”.

Mike stood in relative disbelief for a moment until he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was her! Hotpokergirl stood before him as beautiful and as regal as the Queen of Hearts. He was instantly smitten and forgot all about what the stranger had said. His mind returned to the night ahead and he was still hungry alright, but this time he was hungry for looooooove.

Looks like things are really heating up at Hollywood Hills – but not just romantically! What will happen next week? You decide if...

a) HP Anthony burns down HP headquarters when he leaves his bagel in the toaster for too long. The burning smell leads him to believe he’s having a stroke and he makes what he thinks is his final confession about everything, to everyone.

b) A gaggle of HP Players decide HP Julie deserves a break and whisk her off to a tropical paradise where she and an HP player decide to heat up the dance floor with their salsa moves.

c) Sparks fly when HP Hollay decides to take up medieval sword combat.