Last night, I took the boys to Bingo Night at the nearby elementary school.
Seemed like it might be fun. After all, Bingo is as American as apple pie, right?
If you were born in 1932, maybe.
Now that I think about it, this does seem to be the mental image I conjure up when I think of Bingo.
I probably should've realized this before I promised the kids we could go.
It wasn't until I was nestled snugly between a kindergartener and a 4th grader that I realized this was not my scene.
So. Many. Kids.
So. Much. Noise.
So. Much. Socializing.
Bingo started at 6pm. At 6:10 I politely asked another parent what time we'd be done. Turns out I wasn't the only one not feeling the Bingo vibe. With a roll of the eyes, she mouthed, "Seven." 50 more minutes to go.
Bingo is no fun when you're losing. Turns out it's no fun when you're winning either.
Best part of the night: homemade cupcakes provided by the PE teacher.