Ever have one of those nights when nothing went according to The Plan?
What I heard: Tuesday, 7 pm--or maybe 7:30 pm, snacks @ Merlene's. Sharon and Linda won't be there. We'll get a fourth (for cards).
What I wrote: 6pm, @ Merlene's (ask)--and I set alerts for 1 day before, 2 hours before, and 10 minutes before--just so I might possibly be there by 7pm.
What I thought: I'm so glad Sharon won't be there (don't get ahead of me--it's not what you think...) Maybe I can bring Sharon's artichoke dip--ask Merelene if I need to bring a sweet snack or if I can bring a savory one (I brought a sweet snack last week)
What I did: I arrived @ Merlene's house, @ 7:15 pm, with Sharon's artichoke dip in tow (to which I added spinach--thereby making it my artichoke-spinach dip).
What was actually said: Stack-ups at Mary's house, Linda will be at Shoulder to Shoulder, I'll get a fourth, here's the gate code...
What occurred: Sharon picked Merelene up (Merelene was under the misconception that she was not invited--even though we were making these plans while we were standing around her kitchen after we played cards at her house last week). Sharon took Merlene to Mary's house. When I passed Merlene's house on my way home after work I saw Merlene's SUV was the only one at her house, so I thought we might actually be meeting at 7:30 pm--and I was elated--I thought I had a chance at being the first one to arrive--on time--maybe even early! I saw a text from Mary to Sharon and "two others" relaying her gate code, and I thought it was nice they were having a game as well (we used to have two tables of card players play each week a couple of years ago; however, we had dropped back to just one table and rotate different players in as schedules allow)--but I thought it was odd that I had been placed in this text group since Mary knew I was going to Merlene's--and I wondered if Mary had forgotten she was supposed to play at Merlene's as well--or if Mary's game was the reason Sharon couldn't go to Merlene's).
When I arrived at Merlene's house at 7:15 pm with my pipping hot artichoke-spinach dip (making my SUV smell yummily devine), Merlene's SUV was still in the driveway, but the lights were off and no one was home. I called Merlene's cell and it went to voice mail. I called Mary's cell and sure enough, I was supposed to be at her house--not Merlene's. I made my way to Mary's house and arrived arround 7:30pm (her game was supposed to start at 6pm--even though everyone knows I can't even make it to my home by 6pm--let alone, make it home, feed Moggy, potty Bandit, repack my lunch bag with cold DDPs, and rush to someone else's house.
When I arrived at Mary's house my artichoke-spinach dip was still hot thanks to my cassorole carrier--just not pipping. But the SUV was still smelling heavenly.
Maybe I should develop an artichoke-spinach dip air freshener...
I led the game most of the night, only to lose to Sharon on her favorite hand--The Last Hand.
The rest of us drowned our sorrows in a waffle-bowl filled with chocolate drenched ice-cream.
I'll look for an Audiologist so I can have my hearing tested tomorrow.
About Me
- Loulymar
- My bags are packed and I'm always ready to seek out an adventure with Bandit and Moggy in tow. Bandit is my thirteen year old Chinese Crested, who I frequently call The Bald One or The BaldOne Boy (like he was one of the Baldwin Brothers). Moggy’s full name is Pip-Moggy. He’s my two year old gansta-resuce kitty. I couldn’t decide between Pip (which are the spots on die and domino tiles) and Moggy (or Moggie when I mistakenly thought he was a she), so I combined the two. Moggy refers to the British term for "cat of unknown parentage .” So in essence, I have an almost bald dog, and I’ve named my cat “Spot.”
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