Post on 08-May-2015
was his name-o!
When I was a kid, I used to say to my parents,“I’m just an adult trapped in a little person’s body.”
they didn’t know then that the
adult I was referring to...
was a seventy-five year old grandma
but all the signs were there:I liked cat naps
books
libraries
writing letters
scrapbooking
early bedtimes
and bingo!
at first it wasn’t serious
A little Travel Bingo on road trips here and there.
then came rainy day bingo at summer camp
where our punny bingo jokes never grew old.
(we laughed b4 and after)
then i ventured into the harder stuff
cruise bingo.where clothing was
optional.
bar bingo
(renamed ‘blingo’ for the hipsters)
where we used tater tots to
cover our free space
I experienced the closest
thing I’ll ever get to
a deb’s coming out party
but it wasn’t until
recently that i
bingo night
with ‘the regulars’
I finally graduated from lame bingo boards
to the big leagues.
I mingled with my peers.
ogled their good luck charms
come on, when’s the last time you saw a troll doll?
you’d have been ogling too.
but i quickly realized I had led a
sheltered bingo existence
bingo wasn’t some fun kiddy game
in this church basement
i had to put my serious face on.
[if you type ‘serious bingo’ into google, this picture of blake lively comes up.
who am i to argue with google?]
forget chatting. and laughing.
he speaks.you do not.
the caller is king.
one card? You wish.
try keeping track of nine. or better yet give twenty-seven a whirl.
forget what number is being called.
You should always be one step ahead.
granny bingo
ain’t no joke kid.
you best believe I’ll be back.
and you will be b-10.