Some minor and Major events. Venus traveled across the sun earlier this month, appearing as a spectacular tiny black spot. Sanne and I saw The Beach Boys at the Greek Theatre, old men with Good Vibrations! The Danish brewer Mikkeller showcased some of his beers at The Trappist in Oakland. His #19 (referring to the total number of hops) is out of this world. And… finally I got to see The Avengers. Heh. Awesome!
I played with Michael Bodell in the 2 day Swiss in Sacramento (Mike Lawrence was there too). Our team had a very slow start with 0 VPs in the first round. But a collective group effort was enough to launch us into day 2 with some carry-over. I don’t know whether it was the lunch that turned our streak of wins into a downward spiral or what. But we ended with a dead average. Such sweat for nothing.
So after Michael rebid his suit I was at a crossroads. The singleton calls for NT. But the hard values call for a trump contract. So I made the slight unorthodox raise to 3. Michael accepted and my RHO had his own opinion about the health and sanity of our contract.
This was the full deal.
As dummy I witness the execution. I see the weight of two days of play resting on Michael’s shoulders already, and -1400 I write down. I can imagine my RHO standing at the bar, telling stories how he wanted to penalize 1, then in the rebound he wanted to shoot us again, but his patience paid off when we voluntarily bid game.
I hear the shrill squeal of crows. There must be some road kill for them to feast on, I think.