However, this isn't about Bunco. Or the fact that I didn't win. Boo.
It's about my future! No, I'm not saying that I will be an old lady Bunco fanatic. Let me describe my future for you.
My future was sitting at a table with her back to me. I didn't even recognize her. And then she turned around and I still didn't recognize her. Once we ended up at the same table and we were introduced and talked, I recognized her at once. She is me. I am her. We are twins. With a considerable age difference.
She was around 5 feet tall with curly silver/white hair tucked up underneath a black ball cap. She was dressed all in black with orthopedic type shoes.
She had the most lovely dark brown eyes and bright fuchsia painted lips. She flung the dice with a zest I would not assign to a 61 year old woman. And you can tell she's young at heart with a great sense of humor.
The first clue that I was staring at my future was when I first noticed her ball cap. It was black with a word lovingly stitched across the front in bright white.
Wonder where I can get one?
As the night continued I heard many wise things from my future. She was encouraging to all of the players who sat at her table.
She made little voodoo type gestures with her hands when the opposite team got the dice. She muttered profanities under her breath when she or her partner did badly. (what? i didn't say she was positive...she "encouraged" the opposite team to do badly. what do you expect? we're playing for serious scratch here, people.)
So. I have seen my future and I am not scared. I can totally see myself as this spunky little old lady in 30 years.
I wonder, though, if I will ever encounter a situation where I will mutter something about "sucking on the long hair of the tit"?? What does that even mean? I hope I see her again, soon. I need to ask what this means before I start using it.