It's that time of the month again. Only this time it's at my house. The mysterious bunco night.
What I've seen of this strange phenomenon is that card tables are set up, there is a large stock of wine and Margaritas and then the kids and I are exiled from the house for some four hours.
That leaves plenty of time to knock down more than a few latte's while hanging out at Barnes and Noble. Or take the entire store inventory of Toys R Us twice. Or the kids will want to go see something like The Shaggy Dog or the equivalent. Well screw that! If I'm spending like three six packs worth of finer microbrew on a movie, we're going to see Dave Chappelle's Block Party and drink beer. And laugh our ass off and drink more beer. And then come home and throw up on the carpet. Okay, maybe not.
What I do know is that I spent all last evening making a ten pound pan of lasagna that I'll never see again. And hot fudge sauce from scratch. I do this graciously and willingly with the ulterior motive of getting points for that new XC hard tail Ti frame that I want to build up.
So fill me in here ladies, what am I missing? And where do the dice fit in? If someone rolls a six do they have to drink a whole pitcher of Margaritas? Does everyone get drunk and naked and start with the table dances? That must be what those card tables are for.
Unfortunately, I'll never know. By the time I arrive home all the evidence is long gone. If a few stragglers are still present, it's doo dee doo, nice to see you and they depart like the plague has descended. Bring out your dead!
I guess all I can ask is to think of me tonight as I sit eating stale popcorn and watch Tim Allen drag his tongue across the floor.
What I've seen of this strange phenomenon is that card tables are set up, there is a large stock of wine and Margaritas and then the kids and I are exiled from the house for some four hours.
That leaves plenty of time to knock down more than a few latte's while hanging out at Barnes and Noble. Or take the entire store inventory of Toys R Us twice. Or the kids will want to go see something like The Shaggy Dog or the equivalent. Well screw that! If I'm spending like three six packs worth of finer microbrew on a movie, we're going to see Dave Chappelle's Block Party and drink beer. And laugh our ass off and drink more beer. And then come home and throw up on the carpet. Okay, maybe not.
What I do know is that I spent all last evening making a ten pound pan of lasagna that I'll never see again. And hot fudge sauce from scratch. I do this graciously and willingly with the ulterior motive of getting points for that new XC hard tail Ti frame that I want to build up.
So fill me in here ladies, what am I missing? And where do the dice fit in? If someone rolls a six do they have to drink a whole pitcher of Margaritas? Does everyone get drunk and naked and start with the table dances? That must be what those card tables are for.
Unfortunately, I'll never know. By the time I arrive home all the evidence is long gone. If a few stragglers are still present, it's doo dee doo, nice to see you and they depart like the plague has descended. Bring out your dead!
I guess all I can ask is to think of me tonight as I sit eating stale popcorn and watch Tim Allen drag his tongue across the floor.