Had some fun last night trying something new. I was invited to join my mother-in-law and her friends for a rousing evening of Bingo at the local community center. Let's see, the last time I played Bingo I was in knee socks and Mary Janes (unless you count
Sight Word Bingo that I used to play with my students when I was teaching....). I went in expecting little wooden space markers and some friendly conversation with a few grandmas. What I got was 3 hours of colored daubers (and P.S...choosing the right color for the game board is apparantly the key to winning), good luck charms, offical game verifications, multiple boards played at the same time, and some serious knock-you-down, step-on-your-neck competition. My head was spinning, my palms were sweating, my heart was racing. What if I got a BINGO and didn't call out loud enough? What if I got a BINGO and had the numbers wrong? What if
(*gasp*) I got a BINGO that was actually good and everyone else got upset at this new, little chickie coming into their game and taking the winnings? Seriously....stressfull....but, actually...a lot of fun....
My mother-in-law thought I was funny for asking her to smile into the top of the dauber cap....
...and they all thought I was really weird for wanting to take a picture of the Bingo Balls. It became kind of a thing. Seriously....those senior citizens can get kind of raunchy....
