An addendum to the most recent post!! There is more to the cake story!!!
As you might remember, a few weeks ago there was an affair hosted by the Life Masters group. But an edict was issued to the townspeople of NLM: "Do NOT go in there."
Fine, they said. At least some said that. But there was one who rebelled. She wasn't going to take it! She was an American and she was wrought from the revolutionary spirit! (Or maybe she just didn't hear the announcement??)
At any rate, she fearlessly walked into the banquet, head held high. She quietly took a plate. Foresaking all other tempting treats, she proceeded to the jello mold area of the buffet and helped herself to the wiggly green refreshment.
She turned bravely and walked back into the NLM room, jello in hand. The chattering stopped. Packaging was silenced. You could hear a score sheet drop. It started with one sole clap and then the whole room erupted in thundering applause! Hooray, American rebel! Hooray for your independence! Eat your jello, they shouted, and enjoy your freedom! It was an exhilarating moment (I am told).
Indeed, she is a true American hero and just in time for Independence Day!
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Let Them Eat Cake!
A funny thing happened on the way to the Bridge Center this month. Life. Life happened on my way to bridge and I missed a few weeks. So my friends had to update me on the latest news.
Apparently the Life Masters had another party. The bouquet of delectable delights once again floated into the NLM room, completely obliterating the aroma of Chex Mix and yogurt.
But there was to be no invitation this time. "You have been asked NOT to go into the Life Masters' room and share in their meal today," said the director. "They are having a catered event and they've asked that you NOT go in there."
As you can imagine, there was (I am told) a lot of hubbub and chatter amongst the NLM players at this announcement. People were indignant and tore into their pre-packaged food items a little more spitefully than normal. Chex Mix was crunched harder and yogurt cups were scraped louder.
But as NLM are wont to be, they were gracious. They (allegedly) smiled politely when the Life Masters walked through the room in the middle of their game disturbing the NLM concentration and bumping into their chairs (not meaning to, of course - it's just very tight in there). They sat tall in their seats and valiantly deposited their quarter for a tiny Kit Kat or miniature Tootsie Roll from the candy basket when their sweet tooth ached, even though the smell of fluffy desserts drifted dangerously past their nostrils.
As the story goes, however, this dignified comportment must have paid off. The following week a different announcement was made. "The Life Masters have invited you in for cake today. Only four people at a time and be very quiet." Marie Antoinette would have been pleased.
But, seriously, the Life Masters are always generous when they have parties and we thank them for it. I just wish the NLM could cook.
Apparently the Life Masters had another party. The bouquet of delectable delights once again floated into the NLM room, completely obliterating the aroma of Chex Mix and yogurt.
But there was to be no invitation this time. "You have been asked NOT to go into the Life Masters' room and share in their meal today," said the director. "They are having a catered event and they've asked that you NOT go in there."
As you can imagine, there was (I am told) a lot of hubbub and chatter amongst the NLM players at this announcement. People were indignant and tore into their pre-packaged food items a little more spitefully than normal. Chex Mix was crunched harder and yogurt cups were scraped louder.
But as NLM are wont to be, they were gracious. They (allegedly) smiled politely when the Life Masters walked through the room in the middle of their game disturbing the NLM concentration and bumping into their chairs (not meaning to, of course - it's just very tight in there). They sat tall in their seats and valiantly deposited their quarter for a tiny Kit Kat or miniature Tootsie Roll from the candy basket when their sweet tooth ached, even though the smell of fluffy desserts drifted dangerously past their nostrils.
As the story goes, however, this dignified comportment must have paid off. The following week a different announcement was made. "The Life Masters have invited you in for cake today. Only four people at a time and be very quiet." Marie Antoinette would have been pleased.
But, seriously, the Life Masters are always generous when they have parties and we thank them for it. I just wish the NLM could cook.
Monday, June 4, 2012
Soup Kitchen Day
I could have been walking into my grandmother's kitchen, for the savory smells that wafted past my nose - but then neither of my grandmothers could cook so it had to be something else. In fact, I was walking into the Bridge Center and the only explanation for the delectable bouquet was a PARTY! It was party day in the Life Masters' room! Or what I like to call, Soup Kitchen Day.
Roast beef, fried chicken, cheesy potatoes...need I say more? Ok. Chocolate cake, lemon cookies and something wonderful with lots of whipped cream all over it, too. We of the non-life-masters ilk were informed by our director, "You have been invited to get some lunch if there's anything left when they are through." But we were instructed that only four people could go in the room at a time and we must be very quiet so as not to disturb the players.
Our game is played right through lunchtime so we NLMs have to bring our lunches. We have been admonished NOT to bring anything with an unpleasant oder that would cause discomfort to other players so tuna salad is banned and probably limburger cheese sandwiches as well. My partner eats Chex Mix and candy. Barb always has yogurt. I enjoy baloney.
But on Soup Kitchen Day the baloney goes in the trash and I line up like a homeless person to get my share of delicious.
The hospitality break was declared, it was time to get in line. But I was at the wrong end of the room. Oh, no! It would take an olympian to get past all the tables and players and in the line before time was up. I sprinted. I hurdled. I high jumped. But to no avail. I was ninth. Four were in the party room filling their plates and four were in line ahead of me.
I peeked past the people in front of me and saw swirls of steam rise from the warming pans. I saw the fluffy white whipped cream delight sitting haughtily among the lesser desserts. Then the buzzer rang. Time was up. I dolefully turned away, retrieved my sandwich from the trash and went to my next table.
Roast beef, fried chicken, cheesy potatoes...need I say more? Ok. Chocolate cake, lemon cookies and something wonderful with lots of whipped cream all over it, too. We of the non-life-masters ilk were informed by our director, "You have been invited to get some lunch if there's anything left when they are through." But we were instructed that only four people could go in the room at a time and we must be very quiet so as not to disturb the players.
Our game is played right through lunchtime so we NLMs have to bring our lunches. We have been admonished NOT to bring anything with an unpleasant oder that would cause discomfort to other players so tuna salad is banned and probably limburger cheese sandwiches as well. My partner eats Chex Mix and candy. Barb always has yogurt. I enjoy baloney.
But on Soup Kitchen Day the baloney goes in the trash and I line up like a homeless person to get my share of delicious.
The hospitality break was declared, it was time to get in line. But I was at the wrong end of the room. Oh, no! It would take an olympian to get past all the tables and players and in the line before time was up. I sprinted. I hurdled. I high jumped. But to no avail. I was ninth. Four were in the party room filling their plates and four were in line ahead of me.
I peeked past the people in front of me and saw swirls of steam rise from the warming pans. I saw the fluffy white whipped cream delight sitting haughtily among the lesser desserts. Then the buzzer rang. Time was up. I dolefully turned away, retrieved my sandwich from the trash and went to my next table.
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