where did everybody go???

This tuesday at matchless wasn't the bustle of chess activity that it normally is. Usually, there are grandmasters milling around in the shadows, plastered on singapor slings and other queer drinks...but not this tuesday.

This tuesday, rather than enjoying the company of signor wayne or GM Orleans, jeff and myself sat around playing with our pieces in the dark like a couple of homos...

seriously guys...there's chess night for a reason. it's tuesday....it's matchless at six p.m. two for one happy hour...be there or be down in material in a five minute game with thirty seconds left on the clock and a looming passed pawn hanging over your head....that is to say...gay.