Cards with the ladies
It's been going on for at least a year this neighborhood card club, and last night I was invited to play with them. Okay, I was a sub, and a last minute one at that, but I snagged an invite. Being as I'm not a joiner, and being that I have a low tolerance for most women in my neighborhood, my absolute giddiness at the prospect of playing cards with them for 4 hours surprised me.
Despite my boisterous voice (a term used to describe how you "sound" to your readers [or, in this blog's case, reader]) I really am a quiet, shy soul. I don't get funny until I know you. I don't comment much until I'm comfortable. I mostly sit and smile beatifically; so for the ladies last night it must've been like playing cards with a Botecelli.
I had a good time. It felt good to be out of my house, to be talking to adults - albeit however superficial the conversations, and to have 4 hours just for me. At night's end I was kind of bummed that I was merely a sub and not a regular at the neighborhood card club. As much as I don't like a certain neighbor lady and her brassy, me me me attitude, I wanted to be a part of that superficial group.
Alas, it can never be. They are full up, and unless they catch another member cheating like they did that Cheri or Jerri or Merri, it doesn't look like their membership's going down. But it felt good to be a part of the in crowd for a night.
