Tales and Songs from Weddings and Funerals

Wow, Bingo is way harder than I remember...

I don't know what this says about my time here, but last night was one of the best nights I've had out on the West Coast. The good news is that bingo dabber ink washes off - the even better news is - the blue dot from the centre of my forehead is gone. I have learned a few things about Bingo though: the way it was played in elementary school was a lot easier - 1 line, or an X, here you needed lines and boxes on the same card; there are a lot of really serious Bingo players (God Forbid you yell Bingo and don't have it - we were afraid of being mobbed by an army of bingo dabber carrying seniors); and if you play Bingo with the right mix of people then the 2.5 hours flys by. The first thing we did is make sure we all had dots in the middle of our foreheads and it went down hill from there we had spots on our arms and every spare piece of paper, who would have thought they could be so much fun; although I guess with names like Angel Glo, Oh! Shit, and Star Britte I should have known.
A few comments that made the evening memorable:
"And I thought the statement once you go black you can't go back ment something else entirely" - Abby on why she still has black hair
"When you are asleep I am going to dabber your dink"- One of our many rainbow coloured wars.
"I didn't know you could get burritos in a box"
"The power of positive thinking"

At the end of the night it was our general consensus that from now on the best way to get through Bingo would be to have beverages that had been *spiked*.

Haven't seen my roomate at all today - therefore there is nothing to tell.

posted by Angela @ 3:09 p.m.