DAUB DAUB DAUB
Oct. 6th, 2008 09:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
benchiladaIt seems that my interblog-o-tubesphere has gone largely political these days, as so often happens around this time of year.
Please excuse...my...where the hell is my wife? I mean, wow, that is a...crafty...mailbox.
Okay, that's a kinda creepy doorway I wonder if...Sara, don't just go in there...
SARA, I DON'T THINK IT'S SAFE TOO--oh. Right. See you inside.
A quick survey of the bingo room. Who's that walking towards us?
Why, it's![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
city_of_dis andicayrus andporpentine_4 !
Is that gold-lame stitching on the back of that jacket? In the shape of a palm tree? HELL YEAH!
I hadn't purchased a bingo dauber for the first few games, so I did them in sharpie, which was a pain in my butt.
Sara works her magic...
...then hides her mischievous face behind her winning card.
FAT CASH AND BLING!
Time passes...
Who's yo daddy? I mean, sure, FOUR other people called bingo at the same time, but thirteen bucks is thirteen bucks.
BREAK TIME! Bonus points for spotting the oxygen pack, something we noticed right after I made a joke about how I hadn't seen anybody there with oxygen yet.
I grabbed Sara a white Russian and me a few beers from the bar area. The autumn-themed can really invoked the flavor of the stuff, namely rotting leaves.
Nick is a bigweiner winner! Motherfucker took home over fifty bucks.
A final shot of the bar area, complete with the bingo caller, on our way out the door.
It's a pity that the delightful sarcastic and foul-mouthed woman behind us was camera shy. We loved it.
The Boys have been back since then, Sara and I have been sick or otherwise engaged. Next week, though...
OH! And here's a very boring video! I started shooting when he said that he was going to start the speed game--which wasn't the most speedy--and it took him a bit to get started.
All of that having been said, there's a really adorable old man drinking soda at the beginning. You can't see him terribly clearly, since YouTube kinda fudged the quality, but still. :D
Oh, and at the beginning he's talking about a visitation for the father (?) of somebody who is a bingo regular.
There you go.
Only, like, seven other posts I need to make left!
Smooches,
b
Please excuse...my...where the hell is my wife? I mean, wow, that is a...crafty...mailbox.
Okay, that's a kinda creepy doorway I wonder if...Sara, don't just go in there...
SARA, I DON'T THINK IT'S SAFE TOO--oh. Right. See you inside.
A quick survey of the bingo room. Who's that walking towards us?
Why, it's
city_of_dis andicayrus andporpentine_4 !Is that gold-lame stitching on the back of that jacket? In the shape of a palm tree? HELL YEAH!
I hadn't purchased a bingo dauber for the first few games, so I did them in sharpie, which was a pain in my butt.
Sara works her magic...
...then hides her mischievous face behind her winning card.
FAT CASH AND BLING!
Time passes...
Who's yo daddy? I mean, sure, FOUR other people called bingo at the same time, but thirteen bucks is thirteen bucks.
BREAK TIME! Bonus points for spotting the oxygen pack, something we noticed right after I made a joke about how I hadn't seen anybody there with oxygen yet.
I grabbed Sara a white Russian and me a few beers from the bar area. The autumn-themed can really invoked the flavor of the stuff, namely rotting leaves.
Nick is a big
A final shot of the bar area, complete with the bingo caller, on our way out the door.
It's a pity that the delightful sarcastic and foul-mouthed woman behind us was camera shy. We loved it.
The Boys have been back since then, Sara and I have been sick or otherwise engaged. Next week, though...
OH! And here's a very boring video! I started shooting when he said that he was going to start the speed game--which wasn't the most speedy--and it took him a bit to get started.
All of that having been said, there's a really adorable old man drinking soda at the beginning. You can't see him terribly clearly, since YouTube kinda fudged the quality, but still. :D
Oh, and at the beginning he's talking about a visitation for the father (?) of somebody who is a bingo regular.
There you go.
Only, like, seven other posts I need to make left!
Smooches,
b
