It was a beautiful summer night in Chicago, made even better by just being Friday in general to kick off the weekend, and I joined some friends for martinis and shots at my local bar.

This is one of two local bars that has Coffee Patron, which the bartender keeps handy because it's her favorite tequila. I like this bar because they have a $3 burger with fries on Mondays, $5 martinis on Fridays, and all the waitstaff drink throughout their shift.

And not just any drinks but Jameson.

Our server Lacie said when she interviewed, they asked what her favorite drink was. She was hired on the spot after she said Jameson, and shots were poured to celebrate.

Lacie doesn't have the hardcore redneck vibe going for her that the other servers do, but she seemed sweet and friendly.

I brought up my standard prop betting on the server -- pets, birthplace, tattoos, etc.

The rules: we each make a bet and collect the pot if we're correct. If none of us are right, the server gets the whole thing.

"What kind of car does she drive?" I asked the group. I took out a $5. They said "no car" but didn't look willing to play. I reduced my $5 to a $1, but it wasn't enough coaxing.

The girl in my group said that it was somewhat degrading and not at all flirting by wagering on the waitress.

Even though I've moved from Las Vegas, it hasn't moved from me. But I have to remember that not everyone is in a gambling state of mind.

My friend also said she thought Lacie liked me because of the mutual flirting she picked up, and I shouldn't spoil it.

We were one Zombie, two martinis, and two Coffee Patrons into the night, and I asked Lacie what the girliest shot on the menu was.

The fallback was going to be a Chocolate Cake with the backup of an Oatmeal Cookie.

Lacie instantly said both with no hint of derision, particularly since she was a Jameson woman.

We went with the Chocolate Cake (Frangelico, vanilla vodka, sugar around the rim, and a lemon), and as always, it was delicious.

I tried to get the group to go for a Jameson so I could buy Lacie one too, but it was too soon and we had to let the liquid settle.

When Lacie returned, as a conversation starter, I asked her if she knew the song "One Night in Bangkok."

We had been talking about David Carradine's death in Bangkok, and the song kept whirling around my head. Particularly the song's lyric: "One night in Bangkok, and the world's your oyster."

"And the world's your oyster?"

My friends said that couldn't be right. I began doubting it too -- that's a pretty ridiculous lyric, even for ABBA. Chess is one of my favorite musicals, I've seen it three times and wore out the two albums I had, but I never cared for that song. And even so, could I be humming the wrong lyric the entire time?

My iPhone wasn't getting reception, so I put the test to Lacie, who knew the song, but didn't recognize the lyric.

She said she got lyrics wrong all the time, which I do too when I can remember them.

"Sometimes," I said, "you're singing along with the lyrics and you don't even know what they mean."

Lacie nodded excitedly and agreed.

"Like that Kenny Rogers song," I said. "You know the one about the guy who was called a coward and told to always run away from bad situations or else end up like his father in jail?"

I was met with a blank stare, including my friends who didn't know the song.

And I knew where this was heading as my foot moved to my mouth.

"So you're singing along to this nice little country song," I said, "and then you realize that the guy's girlfriend was gang raped."

Lacie literally took a step back from the table.

On poker sites, you can self-exclude yourself to prevent donking off your bankroll. You can self-exclude yourself from casinos too, which then even makes you guilty of trespassing.

I need to self-exclude myself from my rapidly degenerating conversations.

"I mean, gang rape!" I emphasized in a joking way, not helping matters by repeating it loudly.

I tried to recover the moment, saying how it was nice Kenny Rogers and that the guy in the song finally stood up, and...

Lacie walked away.

My friends stared at me incredulously as I said what happened? We were having fun.

"I don't know, could it possibly have been because you kept mentioning gang rape?"

Lacie later appeared one more time with the check, and didn't say anything more to us.

Afterwards, I returned home, put on "Coward of the County" that was missing the gang rape lyrics and wondered if I imagined the whole thing (I didn't -- check the other YouTube videos).

I then launched Full Tilt with no self-exclusion and entered a few sit-n-gos before passing out during the first orbit (while asleep, I placed 4th in both -- always the bubble).