Sea Urchins
It would appear that winter has arrived. After joking last weekend that the sundress I was wearing in the 85-degree weather was my "fall wardrobe," I guess I deserve this. But I am cold and as anyone who knows me will tell you, I get crabby when I'm cold.
Last weekend I went down to Austin and had a ball. It seems like I was absolutely every place over the weekend - from little dives with way too strong drinks (lesson learned, thankyou) to the lobby of the Four Seasons (I'm not sure how that one came about either) - and like always, it makes me miss it a bunch.
Saturday night, however, I decided to take it easy. My mother is a poker-playing fiend when she can find people willing to get into a game and with four of us in the house, we played for hours. Playing anything with my mother is kind of risky, though. First, she's lucky as all get out. Bear won't play backgammon with her any more because of this. Second, she's shameless when she bluffs.
Once playing the spelling game with my father and older brothers, my mother claimed that she should win on the basis of some word or another - everyone challenged her and she told them all that she had just spelled the name of a sea urchin. A trip to the dictionary let them know she was not quite on the up and up about that. On the other hand, when she learned to play Scrabble with Bear she spelled "roux" and racked up all sorts of points by using the x. My father, wise to her wily sea-urchin-claiming ways challenged this and obviously lost. He has since become a gourmet cook and I'm not sure that these two events are unrelated.
All through Saturday's poker game we would look at my mom square in the eye and ask "sea urchin or roux?" It's not like it helped - she bluffs with the best of them, even when laughing herself silly.
I can't wait to see my family again over Thanksgiving. If it's anything like last year (which she missed), mom will be able to scare up another poker game after dinner. If she's lucky, her mother won't play because as good as my mother is, my grandmother can clean her clock at cards. It's kind of fun to watch.
Last weekend I went down to Austin and had a ball. It seems like I was absolutely every place over the weekend - from little dives with way too strong drinks (lesson learned, thankyou) to the lobby of the Four Seasons (I'm not sure how that one came about either) - and like always, it makes me miss it a bunch.
Saturday night, however, I decided to take it easy. My mother is a poker-playing fiend when she can find people willing to get into a game and with four of us in the house, we played for hours. Playing anything with my mother is kind of risky, though. First, she's lucky as all get out. Bear won't play backgammon with her any more because of this. Second, she's shameless when she bluffs.
Once playing the spelling game with my father and older brothers, my mother claimed that she should win on the basis of some word or another - everyone challenged her and she told them all that she had just spelled the name of a sea urchin. A trip to the dictionary let them know she was not quite on the up and up about that. On the other hand, when she learned to play Scrabble with Bear she spelled "roux" and racked up all sorts of points by using the x. My father, wise to her wily sea-urchin-claiming ways challenged this and obviously lost. He has since become a gourmet cook and I'm not sure that these two events are unrelated.
All through Saturday's poker game we would look at my mom square in the eye and ask "sea urchin or roux?" It's not like it helped - she bluffs with the best of them, even when laughing herself silly.
I can't wait to see my family again over Thanksgiving. If it's anything like last year (which she missed), mom will be able to scare up another poker game after dinner. If she's lucky, her mother won't play because as good as my mother is, my grandmother can clean her clock at cards. It's kind of fun to watch.
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