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.
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I cannot imagine Bingo with children. Seriously... you are saint. I can't even take my kids to Chinese Auctions without complete and total meltdowns. I do like Bingo though... They used to have Bingo at a local winery and that was fun. They called it Wingo. Moral of the story... Bingo is more fun when you are drunk.
I'd have to be drunk to end up at bingo night again. I'm sure I'll be eating my words on this one.
This is the reason why I don't go to bingo hall with children. LOL. I'd rather visit new online bingo sites whenever I feel like I'm gonna encounter the same situation you've been through.
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