Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Tuesday Night Bunco

My roommate said it best: Bunco is the ultimate sign of getting older. The game involves absolutely no skill other than basic counting. It's a game conducive to gossip. For those of you who are not members of a Bunco group, the picture above is not quite accurate. Their drinking glasses are way too small. Unless they are actually shot glasses, and if so, I want to know if that group needs a sub.

So, our Bunco group got together last night. Nancy was enforcing an '80s theme. If you didn't dress up, you didn't win any money. Of course, I dressed up. I had the hair of Kelli Kapowski.

And the makeup of Cyndi Lauper.

Smokin' hot in my navy Keds and glow-in-the-dark pink lipstick. There was just one problem. Other than me and LJ, no one else really dressed up. There were a few sideponies and maybe a scrunchie or two, but that was it.

We were short on people, so we didn't even end up playing Bunco. Instead, we sat around the table, dressed like fools, drinking wine and beer and telling stories. It was the best game of Bunco never played.

These girls are so much fun. I left with my abs hurting from all the laughter. I'm glad I joined this Bunco group, and I'm glad I've become friends with these girls. In August, we're all taking a boat trip together with our guys, and if last night is any indication of the fun we'll have then I can't wait.

1 comments:

Stephanie Jordan said...

TIMEOUT .... you never dump Zack Morris.