The Fretful Mother's Blog

So I’ve been invited to join a bunco group. I’ve always said I wouldn’t do such things, but I’m getting pretty desperate for things to do outside of the home. First I should explain that I don’t really know what bunco is. All I know is that women get together to play it. I’ve asked around to get more of a sense of what goes on, but this seems to be a top-secret enterprise.

This is what I’ve finagled so far: it involves dice, money and drinking (and not necessarily in that order). No one can say for sure how to play, but I’ve been told that I’ll figure it out with ease. I don’t know whether I should take this as a sign of intelligence on my part or stupidity on the part of the game. Of course I’d rather go with my intellectual superiority, but I have a sneaking suspicion it’s the game’s shortcoming.

I guess what I’m most worried about it the unknown. Why doesn’t anyone just tell me it’s a stupid game but a great excuse to get out of the house? Or is there more going on here than I realize? Is there some underground world that I am about to be inducted into? Will there be sacrifices and naked dances done backward during a full moon at a country crossroad? I don’t know that I’d like that, but it would be more exciting than what I’m imagining bunco to be.

No offense to those who invited me to their bunco lair, or to the other followers of the mighty bunco, but I’m really scared that this is going to be a flop. I’m planning to bring a beheaded chicken, easy-to-remove clothing and a map of rural St. Charles county with me just in case I need to liven up the party. You can never be too safe.

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