Last night, my neighbor, Molly, called and asked if I'd like join her and her friends for a game of Bunco. I've heard Bunco mentioned by various people over the past few years but never had the privilege of witnessing the phenomenon in person. Snickering at the silly name was the extent of my experience.
Wanting to impress Molly's friends with my "natural" Bunco abilities, I (of course) googled the funny phrase "Bunco for Beginners" to plot my strategies and obtain tips from the pros. My research came to an abrupt halt as I read on Wikipedia that Bunco is "a social dice game involving 100% luck and no skill." Sounds easy enough!
Molly advised me to bring $5 and a goofy "prize" for the biggest loser like a lottery ticket, a one dollar bill or some unwanted laying-around-the-house item. I eyed the fruit bowl, but the bananas were well on their way to "banana bread" status, so I reached into the pantry and grabbed an unopened bottle of Ranch dressing.
Moments later, I felt quite stupid walking into Molly's house (which was full of about 10 women who were strangers to me) clutching my pathetic offering. Oh well. Life is full of such moments, right? (Well, at least mine is.)
Soon enough, the few rules had been explained to me and the dice were flying. "No skill"? Truer words were never typed by a Wikipedian. Bunco makes Bingo seem complex and Uno seem positively mind-boggling. Anyone with two fingers and an opposable thumb can play. But hey, it was a lot more fun than the last rear-numbing-lax-lower-lip-dripping-with-drool game of chess I tolerated. (Who wants to have to think while munching on Fiddle-Faddle?)
And...my bottle of Ranch was proclaimed the best "prize" of all!
1 comment:
You crack me up!
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