Our last night in Philadelphia included a stop at a wine bar on Thirteenth Street. Temperatures were in the 90s even late in the day, but since there was a 30 minute wait for an indoor table Julie, Lee, Mike, and I sat outside for awhile. Unfortunately Julie sat on top of a grate that periodically blasted hot air. With the words, "I can't take any more of this!" Julie stood up and took off a layer of clothing. Suffice it to say that heads turned.
To return to bridge, we had a rough morning mentally. We seemed to be playing and defending okay, but our bidding was off and we did not get to game contracts. We were prepared for a low score, but to our surprise and delight we were above 50% and got more red points. In contrast, we were very pleased with our game in the afternoon session but in the end did not do that well.
It's more fun to think you're doing badly and end up with a good score than the other way around.
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