My fear and loathing of felines has been well documented over the years. In case you haven’t read my tales of woe as they relate to those creepy critters, you should probably read about my earlier encounters. Things started HERE, and continued to get worse HERE, HERE and HERE. Last week I had an incident with a vicious tiger, but I’m not ready to talk about that yet since it’s still too fresh in my mind. Instead, let’s take a walk down memory lane, back to the time that I almost killed my little cousin because of a stalking jaguar cub.
Taking it all the way back to 1994, the parents and I had already moved “down south” to the DC metro area, but we missed NY desperately and made pilgrimages home as often as we could. Easter ’94 was spent on Long Island and that Sunday, we were over a relative’s house for a huge family dinner. As is often the case when my family gets together, the noise is at decibels high enough to be heard in space, the food delicious enough to be served to visiting Presidents for a pretty penny, and the chaos is overwhelming enough to make a circus performer run screaming in agony to escape our brand of crazy. I love my family and the older I get, the more I realize just how much of a rarity we are. I wouldn’t trade our kind of dysfunctionally close crazy for ANYTHING.
So, back to Easter. There were about 80 folks gathered at my aunt’s house and we were having a fantastic time. One staple of our family gatherings is a good game of rise and fly bid whist. I’ll go ahead and break that down so most of y’all don’t have to go ask Mr. Google. Simply put – Bid whist is a card game that is similar to spades, except the trump changes each hand depending on which player wins the bid. Rise and fly means that you play in teams of two, and after one team loses, they move out and another team moves in. [Read more...]