The first meeting that I went to was held in the basement of a local assisted living center; Attic Angels. Nobody told me that Attic Angels was an old folk's home; for some reason I thought that it was an antique store. I imagined that I would begin my foray into competitive Scrabble cozily ensconced in a Chippendale chair, surrounded by moldering first editions and an assortment of tchotchkes. Instead I had to wend my way through a labyrinth of stairwells that smelled faintly of chamomile tea and Vicks Vaporub. My journey ended in a room that was empty except for a few plastic folding tables and chairs; nothing to distract us from the task at hand. Despite the lack of fine antique furniture, I was happy to be playing Scrabble in a room that could only be happened upon by confused octogenarians.
The second meeting I attended took place at Covenant Presybeterian Church, where once again we were safely tucked away in the basement. I spent SC247 meeting #2 kicking butt and dropping bingos*, once again secure in the knowledge that nobody would stumble into our meeting and discover my secret shame.
Which brings us to my third meeting. Last Wednesday SC247 met on the upper level of the west side Barnes and Nobles. When I arrived at SC247, instead of parking in a nearly empty lot next to my co-Scrabbler's Yugo, I had to park in the mall lot and carry my Scrabble box past gawking evening shoppers. I held my head high as I walked into B&N and silently wished that I didn't own the gigantic, turn-table version of Scrabble. Now, I love a good book store and could happily spend 4 hours browsing and reading books I would be embarrassed to display on my shelves. Spending 4 hours sitting at a table playing Scrabble while B&N patrons walk past and judge me in whispered voices is another matter. It was a long night.
Public display aside, I whooped Gloria in my first game! It was sort of anti-climactic (although I'll take the win). Let's face it; at the end of the game, she's still a 90 year old woman who should be proud of the fact that she's coherent enough to string letters together, and I'm still a 27 year old woman who drives around with a turn-table version of Scrabble in her back seat. Well played, Gloria, well played.
My next goal at Scrabble Club is to throw a little Marie flava' in the mix. I'm going to try to work the phrase "hate the playa', not the game" into Scrabble convo.
* A "bingo" in Scrabble is a word that uses all 7 of your tiles, thus earning you 50 bonus points.