Baby Needs a New Pair of Shoes

BUNCO! BUNCO! BUNCO!  For someone who just 48 hours ago knew nothing about this game, I had quite the education on Saturday night.  Thanks to Nancy Mullins and other boosters for running the Bunco Night. Because of my ignorance concerning Bunco, my job was to do all the introductions, pass out candy to anyone who yelled, "Bunco!" (a bunco occurs when the 3 dice all hit the same number), and pick as many pockets as I could for CT.  Glad the boosters knew my strengths....talking, candy, and then a combination of the two:  eating candy while talking people out of money!

I met some interesting characters from the community that aren't our usual theatre patrons.  Apparently Bunco has a loyal and competitive following (rivaling any sport in any school) in our little hamlet:  Phyllis, who was so convinced that I didn't have her number in the hat while I was drawing for door prizes that she asked to look in the hat;  Debra (Reeser), who stood up and danced when she threw a Bunco or a Birdie (still not sure what a Birdie is; but she kept calling it a "turkey"); and of course, the nameless savvy and sassy players who yelled things like, "Come home to Mama!"; "Eat my Dirt!"; and "Baby needs a new pair of shoes!" as they threw their dice.  The lunchroom was loud and full of laughter.  But for me as a spectator and candy deliverer, I was thrilled that a work night for me turned into such a fun night, where I met some interesting folks who gave me more laughs in that lunchroom than I can ever remember!