When I moved to this neighborhood seven years ago I started to hear about a game called Bunco. If you have never heard of this no-brainer dice game, let me fill you in. Bunco is the new Bridge Club. An excuse to get a bunch of women out of the house, have some laughs and a drink or two if you like. You don't just call someone and say "let's play Bunco tonight", it's a commitment. There are Bunco Groups that meet monthly and rotate houses. Some have crazy rules about bringing the hostess gifts like socks, dishtowels, or even panties. I know, sounds odd, and up to this point I have dodged invitations to join a group.
A few weeks ago I was asked again by someone who was just starting to put together a group. My first reaction was to say no, but I stopped myself. I don't laugh enough. I don't get out enough. You can never have too many friends. And let's face it, life is too short and can throw too many curve balls. A few years ago I told myself I was never going to turn down an invitation, and I seem to have forgotten that, so I said yes.
The other night a friend picked me up and we had a good laugh that I was a Bunco Virgin. I had no clue what it was I was getting myself into. Three hours and two margaritas later I left with $73 in my pocket! Wooo hooo!! I was a Bunco maniac! I won for most Buncos as well as most overall wins! Too funny. Beginner's luck everyone kept saying. When I got home Jason asked when the next Bunco night was... Daddy needs a new pair of shoes!
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I knew we'd get you hooked!
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