Dear Bingo People:
I’m going to have to ask you to dial it back from 11. It’s bingo. It’s not “Trauma: Life in the ER.”
At least I did not think it akin to life or death when my friend Lisa noticed the ad for the event.
I’m at the point in my life where my motto is “absof—inlutely.” I say yes to many adventures.
Lisa says yes too. So that’s how we found ourselves at the American Legion on Tybee Island for Bingo Night. My other friend Amy and her husband Brian said yes too.
From left: Lisa, Amy and Brian prepare for the rollercoaster ride that is Bingo Night at the American Legion.
We allowed ourselves to be upsold to the party pack (whatever that was). A “dabber” of one’s own sold separately.
Meet my very own dabber. I chose red to represent the blood I planned to spill on the gaming floor. (Just kidding. They didn’t have blue, my favorite color.)
When the event began, all thought of a fun night went out the window. Bingo Lady was very clear that there would be NO TALKING. AT ALL.
Bingo Lady does not suffer fools.
Lisa knew that this would be problematic for the two of us. All we do is talk. Especially when the Legion sells plastic cups of Merlot for $4.
Lisa realizes we may be in trouble.
Besides the fact that we were not allowed to speak, the game itself was very stressful. The numbers came fast and furious. Luckily, the woman on my right liked to repeat every combination twice.
Notice the intensity Amy and Brian exhibit. Shhh … they are concentrating.
It almost paid off for both Amy and Lisa: They each were one or two squares away from the loud groans and golf claps that accompanied each shout of “Bingo!”
I was surprised at the amount of people who turned out for the event.
How did I fare? Let’s just say I got more satisfaction from the cheap Merlot.
Not even close to winning a cover-all.
So thanks for an interesting night. I’m glad I went, but I’m not sure I’ll be back. Y’all are too much for me.
Love anyway,
Beth
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