-Oh, hell no, never again!
One of the main fundraisers for Autobot's gymnastics booster club is bingo. Lots of people love bingo. Lots of people win big at bingo.
Nebalee spends half of her life in the bingo hall, working toward Autobot's gym/meet/travel fees. On ocassion, one of her family members goes to bingo. RCC and I have gone, Junior and his future wife have gone, Deejo and his family have gone. It's something to do, and you might win some money. Breaks up the monotony for Nebalee.
RCC and I have gone a couple of times. In fact, I think we went on New Year's Eve. Do we know how to live large, or what?
Last night, I got the bright idea to go again. What the hell was I thinking?
I was thinking it might be kind of fun. We had received our own daubers on NYE and, well, why not?
We loaded up our daubers, hit the ATM and headed into the bingo hall.
It took me about halfway into the first game for me to remember why bingo isn't such a good idea. I suck at it. I know it's all supposed to be random, but the random bingo gods hate me. And they hate RCC. Every time we've been to bingo, we have just pissed our money away.
But then, I got close. Like one ball close to winning big. So we stayed for the second session, even though that meant a trip to get more cash.
And I got close again. This time to a $500 jackpot.
And that's it. Close certainly wasn't good enough.
We came home with $1.00 - that's what was left over of the $80 we dropped at the bingo hall. We're the cheapskates. There were people there spending their entire pension in boards. I can't imagine how on earth they can afford to go as often as they do and drop as much money as they do. It's insane.
But I won't be doing it again. We threw our daubers away, just to get rid of the temptation.
Next time I feel like blowing $80 and having nothing to show for it, I'm making RCC take me out to dinner and a movie.
Or I'll just give the money straight to Autobot to put towards her gymnastics.
But I'm boycotting the bingo hall.