Of cards and saints and a bottle of rum.
Boy, I cleaned up at cards tonight. I won the boobie prize - 3 rather nice dishtowels - and also the door prize - a bottle of rum. As to the boobie, it is a prize awarded to the loser player of the evening. I was stuck at a table for 11 rounds with useless cards. I so want to be lucky in love to compensate for this.
I've written all about my weekly 45 card game here, if you care to know more about it.
There was much talk of Ireland as one of my cast members was there as well as myself. In addition, there were others who had gone to Ireland over the summer on different expeditions, one had gone with her son, a priest, and they had visited everywhere that St. Patrick had been to convert the heathens and pagans back in the day. Even to the spot where he had banished the snakes.
"Oh, you must miss Ireland so much!" said one of my partners. You'd be amazed at the amount of envy I get for being so fortunate as to be born in the sacred homeland.
"Well, I miss my family of course, " said I, "But I don't miss Ireland. Though I do like to visit."
He was appalled.
"But it's so perfect! Everyone loves Ireland!"
"Well," said I, never one to hold anything back and it's too late to learn now isn't it, "Back in the day Ireland wasn't very good to me."
Gobsmacked doesn't begin to describe the expression on his face.
"As a matter of fact," said I, continuing to never let well enough alone, "Canada has been so extraordinarily good to me I can't even begin to count the ways. "
Hire me if you ever need to silence a room.
And if you're up for it, we'll have more on all that another time.
Thanks for the topic suggestion MarciaMay!