But last night we were trying to think of something fun to do and I thought of a Bingo hall. I mean, we've always wanted to go and check it out and see what it was all about. My brother and I were making jokes about giving the old people crap while they played Bingo and interrupting their concentration somehow. But when we got there it was a completely different story. We came in on the middle of a game and it was stone cold quiet except for the caller. We bought a few cards for the next game and sat down. We had to buy bingo markers because we didn't have any and my brother and I started making jokes about that too. We were talking about the professional Bingo players that probably had personalized bags for the Bingo markers just like bowlers had personalized bags for their balls. Then, all of a sudden a woman sits down in front of us and has it! A Bingo marker bag!! My brother and I cracked up and he insisted I get a picture of it. Vincent was all embarrassed but I got a picture anyway.
Then the game started and it was fast and all these old people we had been making fun of earlier were on top of like 12-18 cards at once and we could barely handle 6 cards each! In fact an older woman next to us would check all 18 of her cards for the number, then look over ours and let us know if we missed any! It was intense. Unfortunately we never won but we sure learned a lot trying to win. Vincent called Bingo and one of his numbers he marked hadn't been called and when they told him that his face went bright red--poor guy! But all throughout all the games we played we were all stressed out trying to figure out which type of Bingo we had to get that particular game and then look for numbers at the same time. Who would've know that Bingo could be so intense???
Our very own Bingo markers...
The Bingo marker bag!!!
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