A Card Game Called Five Hundred

What sort of person puts a game together with such an unexciting name. I always liked the card game named after Hearts, or Cribbage, or maybe Canasta, but not 500. Let me tell you that when all is said and done. I think it has a few too many things to remember.

Last night we went out to some friends and the guys, and a few gals played poker, the leftovers played 500. I came from a card playing family and I never liked playing cards that sounded a little stuffy.

John, you know the guy that has learned to live with me... gave me a few lessons in 500. The one thing that struck me was Jacks being Bauer's. Left, right, what are they thinking. Anyway, I had a little problem remembering that Jack thing and often put my partner in a total respiratory attack. I couldn't believe the look when I played wrong. But to their defense, they had been playing for years and when I came in that was the end of what was expected to happen. The great part was no one got testy.

The moral of this story is that if you play cards badly, play with good people. I wonder if they will ever have the courage to invite me again. But for me there were lots of laughs, maybe because of my playing but for a little while, we just had fun.