BUNKO CLUB

You don't even know. Tonight was my introduction to Bunko – Commando Style. I played Bunko a long time ago and remembered enjoying it. So when my mom told me there was a group of ladies that play every Friday night, I thought we should go and check it out. I've never met these ladies before – well, that's not entirely true. My mom was there and I knew her (she's only played with them once) but other than that, I was with strangers. And I have to be honest, when I thought about a game of Bunko with the little old ladies who live in my mom's quaint Florida community I really sort of expected to be cooed over and given home-baked cookies and patted repeated on the hands and told what a lovely young woman I was.

Instead – and please know, I'm not making this up – I was cursed at, jostled around, ordered to pick up the pace between rounds, repeated yelled at to "ROLL, KEEP ROLLING" and once told to shut up. I'm not kidding. One of the little old ladies told me to shut up. And why? Because I said "Well hello again!" when we changed tables. I can put up with a lot. And I've been raised to respect my elders. And normally I'm very sweet to the Geritol crowd but with that one "shut up" it all changed. I sat down, tucked my chair up under the table, and thought Okay, you wanna play, sistas? Then hey howdy, we'll play … and I spent the next 90 minutes being the most aggressive, most sarcastic and worst version of myself. I hollered at slow rollers. I yelled for the top table to ring the bell. I slapped the table and scowled at the dice when the wrong numbers came up and I added a very distinct "eh, fuggetaboutit!" once or twice with Anne from New Yourk had a good roll.

Needless to say, I was invited back next week. They love me.

And, by the way, don't let the smiles in the picture fool you. I had to practically promise to pay their Medicare Part D to get them to take this picture with me.

Comments

[beek]

I've never wanted to be a gecko on the wall so badly in my whole life. Actually, thinking about geckos kind of creeps me out... I think I just would have rather been there.

I'll bet their posts (I mean "blogs", mom) read something like "We had this midwesterner show up and it was downright painful at first but then she finally got her east coast on. And just in time."

[Wendy]

I am laughing seriously over here! Gotta love it. On an even odder note, I thought when you said commando style that you were playing sans underwear. Because that's sure what it means to my guys!

[nena]

hi stepmom whatcha' up to? i read the entire THE KID page! luv ya! nena