They don’t care what you think because they are to busy spending their millions of dollars that they have earned with their talent. While you think you have talent, and decide to express yourself in the form of a poorly written blog that five of your friends read, because you guilt them into it.

As the celebs arrive, I am told that two spots in the tourney have opened up. After contemplating the $250 buy-in, I quickly grab a spot. “Do you know what you’re doing?” my mom asks when I call to tell her. “Don’t worry,” I promise, secretly hoping I’m not the first one out. I had occasionally watched poker on ESPN and played a few times with some friends but I was certainly no pro – unlike my competition. A couple hours later, I look around to see just two tables left. I was in the top 12.

This party will feature a three DJ lineup with VJ Anthony, DJ Aesthetic, and DJ Davo playing all of the best music from the 80s to ensure that everyone dances their way into the new year.

A further unwritten rule of dressing for stand-up is “Don’t use shorts to a comedy club.” Comedy clubs want to set on a specialized stand-up comedy present and they are inclined to search down on even brand name new comedians who walk on stage donning shorts. If you’re walking on stage at a comedy club often use pants… (I suggest very long pants).

I had survived and was now part of the elite seven, whittled down from 40 other competitors including Lance Bass, Reichen Lehmkuhl, Nick Cannon, Richard Roeper, World Series runner-up, Paul Wasicka, son of the poker legend Doyle Brunson, Todd Brunson, Stephen Stills and many others.

There is a place in the village where all of Dorothy’s people gather, lovingly known as Mary’s. It is a self described “t-shirt country” and is proud of that label. Here, you’ll find friendly bartenders, lots of tattoos, and Converse All-Stars to fill up any walk-in closet. This is one of the less pretentious bars around. The lighting is dime and the space is small, but once you come here, you will never forget it.

“I never know what to do with a Queen, Six,” I tell Masterson, who’s sitting next me with an over-grown goatee. “Throw it away!” he quickly says. “Don’t even think about it. Get rid of it.” Gold joins the table and smiles like a proud professor when he sees I’m still in the game.