I wouldn’t have believed it possible, but I finally overdosed on bridge. I guess that’s what I get for sitting at a table for 60 hours with people that want to beat me. And those were just my partners! 60 hours of back pain, processed sugar, and thinking. It was very difficult – especially that last part. But obviously totally worth it cause I left the club with a little over THREE points! Also, lungs of smoke. Okay, that wasn’t from the club, but from a little pre-bridge tradition I like to call “Beers with Carolyn”.
We like to go across the street to a little dive where they serve beer, wings and heavy metal. Nothing says, “Two cool chicks” like two women sitting at a booth with cards practicing bidding.
Anyway, it’s over. And while I could tell you all about it, no one cares except my 3 friends who were there and already know what happened. I. Am. Beat. And I look it.
*Photo illustration, not actually the author.
Now I’m in recovery mode. I’ve got to get my house back in order, catch up on work, and figure out how to stop smelling smoke. Which I am REALLY hoping is from the night at the bar, and not from what Web MD calls a “stroke”. Although if you’d seen me double our opponents into a contract so that we were minus 980 points, you’d know why either is possible.
Tomorrow: I get SERIOUS about my life.