These Bingo cards have been in use since I was a kid. Actually much longer than that. Let’s just say they’ve got a few decades under their belts at this point.
Every once in a while, we have a “pasta Bingo” night at church. As the name implies, we play Bingo and eat pasta. It’s a good mix.
(All links open a new page, so you won’t lose your spot when you look around! Get information on gardening and cultural traditions, recipes, stories, and more!)
Not only are the cards old, but the lighted number board is straight out of a time-warp. It easily weighs a couple hundred pounds, requiring several hands to carry it. Many of the hands are older than the cards, so it gets a little disconcerting watching this beast get moved. The only structure in the social hall strong enough to hold the board is the equally aged piano, so it gets moved from the corner to act as a prop. At one point a digital board was purchased, but no one could figure out how to work it.
The boards are a little beat up on their left sides because at the end of each game, they get pounded on that side to move all the little sliding covers back over. It’s become a sort of ritual. So is booing the winner (in good fun, at least I think it is), along with saying “before what?” when B4 is called. Any time they decide to do something other than a regular Bingo pattern, it takes 15 minutes to explain it. Even after that, there’s always someone who still calls Bingo at the wrong time because they weren’t paying attention.
It’s always a fun night. Kids get to run around and parents don’t have to worry. The food is good, the company even better. And best of all, there’s prizes (and we actually won some this time)!!
Mostly Greek 
8 thoughts on “It Was A Wild Night”