Melee in the Mountains

Kittens, I know you set your alarm early yesterday morning so you could get up and read about the bridge weekend, but I was just too darn tired to write about it. I came home, lay on the couch, and watched a show about a woman who recently completed an Iron-man competition. You know, 2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike ride, and a 26.2 mile run? All I could think was “What a WIMP!” She should try something really hard, like playing 320 games of bridge on 4 hours of sleep.

Our journey started with a literal bang. As we were driving to the mountains, a dump truck in front of us threw a rock and hit my windshield. I moved the visor and found a big crack. Great. I wasn’t REALLY upset since I was driving JD’s truck not mine, but being women of action, we photographed the offending vehicle, got the number, and called and reported him to his boss!

Then I called JD and broke the news to him. He wasn’t upset either. Turns out that crack has been there since he bought the truck. Oopsie.

Since this was the first year without our dear Katie, we thought an opening ceremony was needed. We each wrote her a note on a balloon, and let them go.

I think it was a fitting way to begin the weekend.

When we weren’t playing bridge, we were eating. We had chili, hot-dogs, chicken Caesar salad, biscuits and sausage gravy, artichoke dip, brownies, corn dip, fruit dip, and jalapeno/cream cheese puffs. I’m pretty sure Michelle Obama would not approve.

We also took a break for some hot-tub time. Patty has a personal trainer and put us all to shame. Hmmm, Patty with a glass of wine? Oh, she was probably just holding it for Carolyn.

That’s what I was doing. I’m pretty sure she has a problem. Someone should talk to her about that.

Then it was back to the bridge table. Carolyn tried wearing a fiesty hat to change her luck.

I thought she looked ridiculous, but I didn’t want to say anything. Some people just don’t know what looks good.

In honor of Katie’s sweet legacy, Patty suggested we retire the trophy. She felt we should just concentrate on having fun. That and I’m pretty sure she figured one day, someone was going to pass my 2 club open and I’d fling that sucker over the railing. Of course, if you knew what passing a 2 club open meant, you’d know that that is a perfectly reasonable response.

All in all, we had lots of fun. Granted, you can’t put four women around a bridge table for 48 hours without there being some anger, snark, and tears. Okay, that was just me, but still. There are two kinds of people in the world. Those who aren’t really competitive, prefering to just go with the flow and have a good time. And those who bring intensity to whatever they do, putting on a game face for EVERYTHING, turning even the most mundane of activities into a competion.

You know who you are.