Oh Jay Firestone. Replace “Twenty-three” with “Twenty-six” and “male” with “female” and you actually have me: The Next Intergenerational Mah Jongg Superstar.
Living more than an hour-and-half train ride away from New York City, my social life has become dominated by the synagogue choir (I don’t have a good voice), book clubs (though I frequently don’t read the books), and excessive television watching (good thing the strike is over).
So you could imagine my happiness when a group of middle-aged women decided to teach me how to play Mah Jongg. Though I’m still catching on to a few of the rules, I played a number of hands last week and was invited back as I was a “quick learner.”
The game is actually quite amusing and provides a great social outlet.
Plus I fully plan on dominating at the Hadassah Invitational.
Jay, want to come to New York and play a game?
