I pissed off the Mad Scientist even more than usual today; which was really a shame because I started out playing the spots off the cards. I had some passing thought along the lines of “Maybe I really can play this game,” which was, of course, the kiss of death.
TMS’s frustration initially took the form of paternal disappointment. “Please don’t bid like that,” he said sadly while contemplating the hand on which I made a particularly lousy preempt. Yes, we were vulnerable, but so were they and was it my fault no one was bidding the slam? (Yes, yes it was.)
The disappointment soon turned to flat out annoyance which I responded to with my usual poise and grace (which is to say, when I wasn’t digging my heels in to defend my questionable choices d_mn stupid ideas, I was sulking). The truth is I wasn’t loving some of what he was doing either. And that storm front of wrong reasoning meeting wrong headedness turned many potential tops into below averages or worse. The tragedy of it all is that this was one of those magic days when we were getting handed good boards just for showing up in some cases; and the fact that we couldn’t capitalize on that just by managing not to be total f_ck ups was and is really eating at me. Perhaps that was bothering him a bit too. (“Ya think?” “Not often, no.”)
With all this brewing in my brain, I hopped in the car and turned on the radio praying the music would distract me from myself. The first song that came on was a plaintive voice singing, “Every-body knows I’m in over my head … over my head.”
I changed the station, “It’s just another manic Monday. Oooh oohh. I wish it were Sunday.”
AHCK! I shoved in the mix tape I keep on deck for just such occasions, “Stupid girl, you stupid girl, all you had you wasted. All you had you wasted.”
I couldn’t turn it off fast enough. This is exactly the kind of thing that makes people start wearing tin foil hats while ranting about the messages they are receiving directly from the little people inside of the radio.
