Calling All Bingo Players

This is more of an ad than a blog.  Tomorrow night at 7:00 I am calling Bingo at The Lukes’ frozen yogurt store Graffiti at 751 and 54 in Durham.  Cards will be for sale and the pot will become the prizes for the winners.  It is the perfect thing to do with young and old family members.  For the ones who are driving you crazy you can sit them at a different table.  Cards will be $3 for the whole evening, unless you get there really late and we discount the cards so you can get in the game.  No promises, I will be calling the numbers, not selling the cards.

If it were up to me I would play games all day.  I think now with I-phones and I-pads I practically am playing all the time.  But playing games with real live people is so much more fun. I think that loving to play games is a gene you either have or you don’t.  My husband can’t stand to play games, which is really interesting because he has such an analytical mind.

My father also hates games, but his brother who is two years younger loves them. As a child I loved when we went to Pawley’s Island with my Uncle and his family because I was always needed to play games with the adults who wanted to play.  At the end of a long session of Risk, My Uncle Wilson, Cousin Brooks and I were usually the only ones left having annihilate all other relatives long before.

Neither of my sisters liked playing games with me much because I was enough older that I beat them a lot.  I wonder if I dampened their potential game loving gene or if they never actually had it?  I got my gene from my maternal grandmother who passed it on to my mother and then me.

I can remember visiting my Mima in Knoxville, Tennessee when I was five and playing gin rummy with her.  Being competitive, even with her first grandchild, was the way my Mima would play.  She would beat me almost every time and then would sternly hold her pointer finger straight up in the air and say, “No crying.”  I would stifle my tears and re-deal the cards, trying my best to win.  Her domination in Gin rummy did not dampen my love of games and she made me a better player and not a sore sport.

My mother would like to play bridge everyday and almost does.  I am glad she kept after me to learn because I love playing it, although I don’t do it as often as I used to.  Mah Jongg is my game addiction.  I could play it everyday and never tire, except if I were playing with tiring people.  Even a losing day of Mah Jongg is better than doing almost anything else.

So bring out the inner child in yourself and play Bingo tomorrow, Thursday December 27^th in Durham, NC.  If you are too far away call up some friends and play at your house.  Unless you are in Canada you might be able to hear me calling the numbers, I-27, G-45, O-60.  You know I am my own backup PA system.