Monday, October 16, 2006

The Freaks Come Out At BINGO

B I N G O

My brother, J.D. turned 18 this weekend and he was dying to do something that he wasn't previously entitled to. Since I'm not really one for strip clubs (as aforementioned, See 24 Houre Tease) I decided to take him to one of the casinos around here. I am not at all lucky when gambling so, rather than waste $20 in 5 minutes on a penny slot, we wasted $12 for 3 hours of BINGO. This was not my first time at the BINGO pavillion. I actually love to go play so I felt right at home. I showed J.D. how to set up his cards and check all the numbers quickly. We picked out a plethera of multi colored daubers and went to work. The first game was like a warm up round and the pavillion was silent in concentration, accept the caller with his radio D.J. voice. As soon as the first 80 year old yelled BINGO however, that was all over. The entire pavaillion let out a loud, "Come on!" in unison, everyone disappointed that the game had ended when they were so close. I had warned J.D. ahead of time that these ladies get a little heated and not to cross them. We had been laughing all the way to the casino about my stories of grandmas shushing me and looking over my shoulder to make sure I wasn't too close to winning. Since he had been warned that his chances were very slim and he probably wouldn't win, I was surprised when, after that first uttered, "BINGO!" he let out a not so quiet, "Son of a B*$#h!" The tiny Vietnemese woment sitting across from us started chuckling and reassured him he would do better next time. J.D. was so funny! He got so into the game. Each time some not-so-sweet old woman cried BINGO he would utter his disapproval, throw the losing card away and stoically prepare himself for the next game. This preparation consisted of gripping his dauber with white knuckles, trash-talking the most recent winner and then saying something like, "I better win the next one or else!" At one point, I stopped to check my cell phone in the middle of a game and he reprimanded me, "Tie, pay attention!" When the game was finally over, and neither he nor I had won any money, the Vietnemese ladies, who had a huge crush on him by this time, asked him, "You come next time?" To which he answered, "Yeah, I'll be back, but I better win." It's these entertaining moments with the BINGO fanatics that make it totally worth $12 to sit in a crowded pavillion for 3 hours. It's so much fun and I'm thrilled that my brother turned out to be a BINGO freak. I'm guaranteed a good time as long as I go with him.

3 comments:

  1. haha! i cant believe that you are still going to Bingo!! I LOVE IT! I just wish i was there to be a bingo freal as well....you KNOW i would be talking trash on the old fools. hehe.

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  2. I'm convinced I should go to Basket Bingo one night, but I'm afraid Dave would laugh me out of the room if I told him we were going to one...

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  3. Anonymous3:49 PM

    I know one place I will NEVER go in the future! Thanks for the warning!

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