Patti (whipartist) wrote,

You give your hand to me, and then you say hello

I just stumbled home (where home means back to the hotel) from karaoke at 4:30 in the morning. We started singing around 9, and at one point there were probably 30-40 people in the room singing and chattering and dancing and even playing cards. Oh, and drinking. There was much drinking, though not me 'cause I was driving. Peter, Tim and I were the last evacuees, and we sang showtunes all the way back to the hotel.

There are no words to describe how much fun it was. At some point I had the microphone in my hand between songs and asked, "Can you think of anywhere on earth that you would rather be right now?" Nope.

It's very strange since we only really once a year, but these people are my tribe. BARGE is home. If I sat down and described all of the individuals here you'd never think it would make a cohesive group. What do I have in common with an orthodox Jew in Las Vegas, a probably-billionaire east coast lawyer, a retired air force guy, a salesman from Florida, and a professional sports bettor? Not much, really. We're young, old, rich, poor, and everything in-between, but when you put us all together we produce a magical camaraderie and friendship. And I am never really surprised to find out that I'm sitting next to an expert on some really obscure subject.

I should go to bed. The next tournament starts in five hours.
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