I love this time of year for the weather, the scenery, and especially the traditions. Fall is hayrides on Halloween, Thanksgiving in Savannah, my mother’s vintage fashion show (for a future blog post), and the Bridge Weekend Away.
For the last 8 years, I’ve been traveling to North Georgia with a group of ladies, where we rent a cabin and play bridge all weekend. And I mean ALL weekend. Here’s the usual itinerary:
Friday 9:00 a.m. – Leave Marietta, talk excitedly about bridge
11:00 a.m. – Arrive, unpack, eat lunch
11:20 a.m. – Play bridge and snack
6:00 p.m. – Break for dinner – talk about bridge hands/bids
6:30 p.m. – Play bridge and snack
2:00 a.m. – Get in hot tub- feel sorry for everyone who’s not on this trip.
2:30 a.m. – Bed
Saturday – repeat Friday, only add breakfast.
Do you see the problem? Exactly, there is WAY too much stopping and eating. That’s why this year, we’re cutting out a couple of those silly, sit-down meals. If it won’t fit on a 5″ diameter plate at the corner of the card table, it’s not allowed on this trip.
This is Ellie Mae, our trophy. We keep score and at the end of the weekend – the player with the highest total gets her name written on the back. The fact that I have won several times, and that I’m the only scorekeeper have no correlation.
We have a couple of traditions on the weekend.
Like wearing the old, cow-bell when you make a bad bid. I wonder what that feels like. Hmmm.
But my favorite is our matching, card pajamas. We put them on first thing Saturday morning, and don’t take them off until time to leave on Sunday.
What? Whatever. Like men don’t go off to cabins in the woods, play cards, and wear matching camo? Exactly. This is like that. Only with no gas or dead animals. Okay, no dead animals. It’s a long weekend and we eat a lot of cheese dip.
