Starman and I played Wednesday night in a Round Robin event at our home bridge club. Very interesting, and actually a lot of fun. We hadn't been able to make it for January, and our team mates (Sharon and Scott -- lovely, friendly people who immediately made us feel completely comfortable despite the fact that we're relative newcomers) had played with some subs.
This, then, was our first time in this particular format: first time as Swiss Teams, first time in the Round Robin, etc. Someone said that there were two really good teams, and then everyone else. Well, I'm not sure if we were playing against one of the really good teams, but the score might suggest that. We were ahead in the first half, but way down at the end of the night. No worries. We had fun, got some of the rust off our playing, and met some more of the club regulars.
One funny thing: Sharon and Scott hadn't known who we were (well -- c'mon, that makes sense: we were mostly playing in class for much of 2007) when it was suggested they partner us. So they asked around. "New but not bad," was the gist of what they were told. Then they remembered us from that end-of-year tournament in December. (The one where I got really sick, right?) It seems we had done well against them that day, despite not doing that well overall. So, okay, they decided we were worthy partners.
We were thrilled with them as well, mostly because they had a happy, lighthearted approach to the entire process. I really don't care if we come in dead last (obviously I hope not) because I know it's all good: good teammates, good experience, my lovely partner -- and it's bridge. How bad can that be?