Scrabble Away!
Sep. 10th, 2006 07:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bliumchikAugh. Public transport fiasco. This happens EVERY TIME I leave the Eastern suburbs. It's like Maggie's Law or something. Public transport hates me. That bitch.
Nah, it's really probably just that I get nervous in unfamiliar territory and do stupid things like wait for half an hour on the wrong side of the road and get upset because the bus doesn't show up and I'm late. And by the time one of the people I asked FINALLY deigned to tell me that I was on the last-stop-parramatta-station side of the road, my once-an-hour bus had already gone. So I spent forty minutes sitting at a bus stop reading about zombies while Ms Vis tried to get hold of the Scrabble organising people to tell them I was late. I'd called her in desperation when it turned out that the number on the entry form actually belonged to some Indian guy's answering machine - boy he must have been pissed.
Everything turned out alright in the end, though. I made a new friend, the only other yr 11 girl there (who is, uh, excessively competitive and just a leetle fanatic), and got a tacky trophy and a Roald Dahl book for coming in second to a twelve year old scrabble genius. It was fun - I clawed my way back from the brink of defeat twice, in one game I was behind until the very last word, and I had an E, which I needed to stretch for eight points - and then I miraculously found lag r and won the game with beer. I also played one game with an eight year old kid who'd been conscripted from the primary school ranks because there were only five secondary students. That particular game was so brainmelty as to require large amounts of tea - he kept putting down two-point words! It was so frustrating! I mean, on the one hand it meant there was literally no way for me to lose, but on the other it was quite hard to open up the board since all his words consisted of "ea" or "ae" or "go" and ARGH. He spent about five minutes trying to find a place to put down "ufo" before I cracked and went LOOK THERE'S A T ON THE BOARD JUST PUT DOWN TOFU ALREADY and he said "What's tofu?"
I'd much rather play in the adults tournament, which was going on next door, although there it's sort of the reverse problem - they're all old, and mostly very very good. One of the younger adults was a law student, and his likewise law student girlfriend/fan club gave me a lift back to the city. Turns out he's playing in a National Scrabble tournament... and also flying out to New Zealand for another one. Now THAT is commitment to scrabble. Makes a lengthy train ride and bus woes look small. And hey - turns out there's an Online scrabble club! Now I'll have something to do next time the school computers block livejournal!
Nah, it's really probably just that I get nervous in unfamiliar territory and do stupid things like wait for half an hour on the wrong side of the road and get upset because the bus doesn't show up and I'm late. And by the time one of the people I asked FINALLY deigned to tell me that I was on the last-stop-parramatta-station side of the road, my once-an-hour bus had already gone. So I spent forty minutes sitting at a bus stop reading about zombies while Ms Vis tried to get hold of the Scrabble organising people to tell them I was late. I'd called her in desperation when it turned out that the number on the entry form actually belonged to some Indian guy's answering machine - boy he must have been pissed.
Everything turned out alright in the end, though. I made a new friend, the only other yr 11 girl there (who is, uh, excessively competitive and just a leetle fanatic), and got a tacky trophy and a Roald Dahl book for coming in second to a twelve year old scrabble genius. It was fun - I clawed my way back from the brink of defeat twice, in one game I was behind until the very last word, and I had an E, which I needed to stretch for eight points - and then I miraculously found lag r and won the game with beer. I also played one game with an eight year old kid who'd been conscripted from the primary school ranks because there were only five secondary students. That particular game was so brainmelty as to require large amounts of tea - he kept putting down two-point words! It was so frustrating! I mean, on the one hand it meant there was literally no way for me to lose, but on the other it was quite hard to open up the board since all his words consisted of "ea" or "ae" or "go" and ARGH. He spent about five minutes trying to find a place to put down "ufo" before I cracked and went LOOK THERE'S A T ON THE BOARD JUST PUT DOWN TOFU ALREADY and he said "What's tofu?"
I'd much rather play in the adults tournament, which was going on next door, although there it's sort of the reverse problem - they're all old, and mostly very very good. One of the younger adults was a law student, and his likewise law student girlfriend/fan club gave me a lift back to the city. Turns out he's playing in a National Scrabble tournament... and also flying out to New Zealand for another one. Now THAT is commitment to scrabble. Makes a lengthy train ride and bus woes look small. And hey - turns out there's an Online scrabble club! Now I'll have something to do next time the school computers block livejournal!
