B-I-N-G-O

I went up north of Seattle a couple weeks ago to play bingo with some girlfriends. I thought it would be an experience and they assured me it would be a good time. The bingo hall was attached to the Silver Dollar Casino. The bar was in the casino part and they persuaded me to have drinks with names like "Touchdown", which is a Red Bull with a shot of vodka in the glass. Can I just mention that Red Bull tastes like baby aspirin? Yeeech. A plain shot of vodka would even taste better.

But anyway, the bingo wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. I thought we could chat and casually mark our bingo sheets with our dobbers. (A dobber is like a big felt pen that you use to mark out the numbers on your bingo sheets - don't feel bad, I had to ask, too.) Well, let me tell you, it takes more concentration than I thought! They don't call out the numbers that fast, but you have to keep track of what constitutes a bingo for the given round. A diagonal of numbers is not a bingo for every game. No sir. Sometimes a bingo is a chevron shape or a block of 6. It was all way too confusing. I think we should do "Hipster Bingo" next time. You could play it anytime and you wouldn't have to pay $6 for a pack of bingo sheets. You could play in Ballard or Capitol Hill or anywhere hipsters congregate. Then you could drink an ice cold PBR instead of a touchdown and get that baby aspririn taste out of your mouth.