Miss Carol hurried home, worked out and hurried out to play bunco tonight.
She says she’s just humoring some old lady she works with- that they need an alternate, a substitute, at the bunco table.
But I don’t know. I’m not so sure.
For example, tonight, just like last time, some guy sporting mirrored aviator sunglasses pulled up in a yellow corvette and before I could go out and introduce myself Miss Carol had sprinted across the yard and leapt into the ‘vette and they’d roared away.
So I stood watching Miss Carol disappear marveling that the bunco players were being picked up in yellow corvettes. Bunco must be fun.
Maybe I should try it sometime.
But bunco must be a hard game too, ’cause last time when Miss Carol got home her skirt was on backwards and she’d lost her bra and her lipstick and hair were all messed up and smeared.
And when I said, Miss Carol what happened!?
She’d smiled kinda blearily at me and said, Bunco, and then she’d gone upstairs to bed and she’d slept for a looooonnnnngggg time.
So I don’t know what’s gonna happen this time.
–>I play bunco once a month in our town. We have a few Carols in the group….
Do you lose your bra when you play?
I had to look it up to see what Bunco was…a dice game played by women. And it appears as if there are prizes too…..so it is like craps with prizes?
Honestly? Miss Carol was telling me about it tonight and it sounds like the most retarded chick game ever.
It makes me laugh.