Bingos

Last night, I had to work at a bingo. Our Ukrainian dance group works numerous bingos throughout the year to raise money for costumes and to go on trips and such. This was a "red eye," which means that it started at 9:30 and ended at about quarter to four in the morning. Why on Earth would someone want to stay up until the wee hours of the morning to play bingo? Especially when Canada is playing a semi-final game - I find it so ridiculous. It was shortly after four when we got out of there, and so to get a good start on the next day we went to Denny's for a nourishing meal. Most other patrons at that hour on a Friday night were quite interesting - their activities were certainly not as benign as bingo. After my delicious bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns, I finally rolled into bed around 6:30 this morning. Stupid bingo.