Let's file this under "who'd a thought it?"
Evidently the other night went better than once thought.
"You mentioned you like playing cards," said one of the people who hosted the other night to Cookie while I was out. "We like playing cards!"
Really?
"Just so long as it isn't Bridge," says he. Cookie hates Bridge too.
"How do you feel about Tripoloy?"
I found myself saying we'd love to. Who doesn't love a game that involves chatting, drinking and gambling?
AND someone else heard that the Husband and I play Mah Jong.
"Is it true what I heard? You play Mah Jong? I want to learn!"
So after telling me that her husband would be of no use (he avoid games) she said "But let me ask some of my friends if they want to learn - I'll find a fourth."
So evidently, Hell has frozen over and there is a chip in the wall.
Hope springs eternal. We may crack this nut yet.
OK, so maybe schedule that hair-wash for another night...
ReplyDeleteBravo! One of the things I'm nervous about in regard to Our New Yankee Life is that we'll have to/get to be neighbors. Out in the Sandlands, the walled villas and general xenophobia of the population mean that you can live years in a place and not know who's next door. Also possible back home, I know, but it might be fun to be part of a Committee of the Street.
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of Alan Sherman’s Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah where the kid is complaining about the conditions at summer camp until the sun comes out and everyone starts having fun.
ReplyDeleteWait a minute, it stopped hailing,
Guys are swimming, gals are sailing.
Playing baseball, gee that's betta,
Muddah, Fadduh, kindly disregard this letter!
This is a chip in the Wall, but it hasn't come tumbling down. Still plenty of people with sticks up their asses.
DeleteI plan on unsticking their asses.
DeleteDoes this mean that you are adopted by a group now?
ReplyDeleteIt takes time, and everything works out.
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