Friday, May 6, 2011

The Frankfort Tournament: Guest Writers

Julie says:
First of all, Margaret is making all of us write something on "HER" blog before we can go to bed tonight. I'm going to depart from the theme of bridge bidding/playing to address a topic that a group of women driving 2 1/2 hours to the Frankfort bridge tournament usually likes to trot out and try to solve. HUSBANDS. How do you get them to change? After lots of thoughtful sniping, Margaret (the single one) gives us the answer to the eternal question: "you can't change someone else, you can only change yourself." Thanks, Margaret, if only we had known this some 26, 28, 38, and 44 years ago. You've got to love those single girls who have the tolerance and patience for changing self.

Melissa and Jeanne say:
"I really thought I had it all nailed down" Jeanne lamented, as we missed our exit, somehow - even though we had map quested it and had a GPS system. Why did we miss our exit? Well, all of our bridge friends will understand that we were in a deep discussion on a variety of bidding systems we were considering and completely missed our exit. When we finally arrived in Frankfort, a team who felt sorry for us; because we had to work all week, because we had gotten lost and probably because they knew they would be beating us in the tournament ...... gave us the wonderful bottle of wine they won in the first round. As I sit here, being chained to the computer (yes, Margaret has used extreme pressure)..... I think perhaps, drinking the wine - it hasn't been that bad of a night after all.

Lea says:
I have to say how wonderful this game of bridge is. Not only do we get to use these aging brain cells to learn new things, but we get to meet such fun and interesting people. It is great to laugh and get to know these women. I am honored to be included in this group; Margaret, Dee, Julie, Melissa & Jeanne. (They made me name them.)

Dee says:
I would agree that bridge is the best! It may be a humbling game, but it keeps the mind active and friendships expanding. It's 1:22 A. M. and everyone here, at my daughter's house in Beulah, is still rehashing the day's tournament bridge hands, laughing and enjoying our time together!

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