This past Wednesday, I turned 32. With my advancing old age, I thought a night of Bingo would be an appropriate way to celebrate.
I called and asked how long the games usually last. The woman answered, "That depends on a lot of things, honey." And before I could ask how much each game costs, she had hung up. We found out that the games last until about 10:30 pm.
But a few of our friends also found out that if you don't arrive by 8 pm, you will not be allowed in to play.
It was a lot of fun, I'd love to go back. There are games at 11:30 am and 7:30 pm everyday. I plan on going to a weekday afternoon game during my March break to see what that scene is like. I can't imagine that it will be all that different than the one we encountered on Wednesday night.
We got a few dirty looks as we arrived, but for the most part, it was a pleasant experience. Mooney befriended a nearby patron and she showed us the ropes. She even gave me a Happy Easter chocolate lollipop for my birthday. One of the workers gave me a free one dollar card to celebrate my big day.
Near the end of the evening's festivities, the scene became more tense. There was a steady stream of cursing, loud sighing, and yelling at the woman reading the numbers. My favorite heckle of the woman turning the numbers was "Yolanda, you're a lousy call! "
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The jello was much better than either Alex or I thought it would be.
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Disappointed with the numbers called, yet once again.
A controversy brews?
Stealing Balgavy's idea.
Handwashings is not pleased leaving empty-handed.
And then we had to leave.
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