Bunco Party Pooper
Bunco–I’m not sure what that is, but since moving up to northern California, I hear a lot about it. My girlfriend from childhood lives here, and she plays bunco. I’ve asked her about it and it seems to involve sitting at tables, talking, eating candy and winning somehow and something–or not winning.
Is this like bingo?
I feel like I have walked into a time-warp and I live in Mayberry or some small town where the women folk get together for bridge or bingo night. My friend says “oh you can play, it’s a mindless game–it’s fun.”
Well, sometimes I feel like I am losing my mind, so maybe that is a fit–if I find my mind again. I am not much of a party person though. “Every party has a pooper and that’s why we invited you, party pooper, party pooper.” (Father of the Bride)
I dunno, maybe I would need to drink a beer or a glass of wine or smoke a doobie, and then I could enjoy this mindless game of fun and candy eating. (but I’m Mormon)