It was Romme night tonight and sadly I believe the whole game has gone down the drain with the loss of Jick one of the founding members of Romme night who has just left us for pastures greener (the UK).
Sigh. The reason there has been a pall on the game for me is that Tin, her replacement, is a little too competitive and pushy and by the end of the evening I wind up feeling depressed (and no, not because I lost…). This was not the original rummy game plan we started with. On top of this is the fact that we have to stop for a smoko break after every other hand and she swears up a blue streak when things aren’t going her way.
Let me interrupt by saying that the worst word in my everyday vocab is bugger… I get a little green around the gills when there other more forceful words used in such light circumstances. Don’t get me wrong, in extremes of emotion even I have been know to go so far as to expound in VERY colourful language. I just save it up for those times and don’t waste the emotion over a card game…
But then, I’m not that competitive… maybe for some, losing, or having a crap (oops, that just slipped out) hand justifies effing and blinding… You be the judge.
To add insult to injury, once again I have come to bed smelling like a smoker. And Tin even smokes outside… it’s just that outside is very close to inside in my little house and half a pack of cigarettes was consumed in the course of the evening…
So, I have to either let Bet and Poleman know that I am finding it really difficult, (actually Bet and I have talked about it already) or I have to suck it up and play on.
Truth is I don’t want to waste my time spending an evening in a fashion I don’t enjoy.
What would you do?