“Did you hear…?”
“She did what…?”
“Guess who I saw?”
“Can you believe it?”
On a monthly basis, I can’t wait to hear about what’s happening with, laugh with, and even cry with the Babes.
Like clockwork or so, we do it. Between the months of September and May, we manage to clear our schedule on either a Tuesday or Thursday night since no one has to work those nights. This month, we scheduled it on a Thursday night, tonight. Yes, St. Patrick’s Day night, but more importantly…Bunco night!
For a score of years, eight of us have gathered to “play” Bunco. Despite a brief hiatus for the busy holiday season, each year we revive the rotation from house to house sharing the hosting, cooking, and shopping duties associated with throwing a little get-together.
We talk way more than we play, but none of us are willing to totally give up the play. Without the dependency of a partner and requirement of a particular number of participants to gamble at Bunco, we may let life get in the way. Since we purport to play, we have to commit or get a replacement so the games may go on, and none of us want to be replaced.
If we just met for dinner, instead of playing, would it be easier to cancel? Maybe? As my life obligations diminish, I continue to look forward to the comradery of the Bunco Babes and hope we never stop playing!
“She did what…?”
“Guess who I saw?”
“Can you believe it?”
On a monthly basis, I can’t wait to hear about what’s happening with, laugh with, and even cry with the Babes.
Like clockwork or so, we do it. Between the months of September and May, we manage to clear our schedule on either a Tuesday or Thursday night since no one has to work those nights. This month, we scheduled it on a Thursday night, tonight. Yes, St. Patrick’s Day night, but more importantly…Bunco night!
For a score of years, eight of us have gathered to “play” Bunco. Despite a brief hiatus for the busy holiday season, each year we revive the rotation from house to house sharing the hosting, cooking, and shopping duties associated with throwing a little get-together.
We talk way more than we play, but none of us are willing to totally give up the play. Without the dependency of a partner and requirement of a particular number of participants to gamble at Bunco, we may let life get in the way. Since we purport to play, we have to commit or get a replacement so the games may go on, and none of us want to be replaced.
If we just met for dinner, instead of playing, would it be easier to cancel? Maybe? As my life obligations diminish, I continue to look forward to the comradery of the Bunco Babes and hope we never stop playing!