My earliest memory playing Bingo was in second or third grade (it was a split class, so I’m not exactly sure what year I was in). It was something we did on a Friday afternoon for nothing else than the honour of being the one to stand up first and smugly announce “BINGO!” to the classroom.
We had old, tired Bingo cards and colourful plastic chips. They were a highlight of my pre-teen years.
And then of course there was the time I won a phone-in radio contest on the local AM station. My prize was a night of free computerized Bingo at another local hall. And a free “Friends-style” coffee mug and saucer. So you can guess how many years ago that was. Unfortunately I couldn’t bring a friend. I had to Bingo-it solo.
And then another time I went with a group to play in an even more local hall and ended up winning dinner with a local country singer. Except I was too embarrassed to actually show up and couldn’t find anyone to take my place so I simply didn’t go.
I still feel like a jerk about that. It’s awful when people don’t show up to stuff.
And then there’s the climax of my Bingo career. The time I got to stand up in front of a smokey room in a dingy hotel in Las Vegas and announce “BINGO!” to an entire room of strangers. I got $100 for my trouble.
Another highlight. And yet, I haven’t played since that afternoon. Maybe I didn’t want to ruin my win streak (for it was my only legitimate win, truth be told). Or maybe it’s because after a while the real Bingo ladies (with their amazing Bingo dabber bags) get intimidating and you don’t want to go back anymore.
Such a sad tale, isn’t it.
Imagine my happiness when I see there is not only Bingo you can play from the safety (and dinginess if you so desire) of your own home but…it’s free.
Crazy, I know.
The name “Cheeky Bingo” threw me off a bit cause it sounds, well, cheeky. And I didn’t know if that was slang for something dirty but I looked it up and it just means “irreverent in an amusing way,” so I suppose I’m OK with that.
In fact, this inspired me to look up the term “dingy” and turns out it’s as nasty as you’d suspect: “gloomy and drab.” So here I am judging “cheeky” for being dirty and all the while I’m reveling in the actual dirty “dingy.” Yikes.
I think I’m going to change my opinion of dingy halls in favour of cheeky ones. Despite the one drawback of not getting to play with actual dabbers I think me ‘n cheeky will get along just fine.
And if I get too desperate my husband said I can dab the computer screen so long as I wash it off afterward. And use my computer.
So there’s that.