last night.... i went to bingo at st. mary's of the lake church.
i was 1 number away from winning $2248... and then some old lady screamed out "BINGO!!!!!!!!!!"
stepping back into mom's house after bingo was like taking a walk in the fresh country air.
seriously. there was a guy behind me that had 4 packs of cigarettes in front of him. he went through three between 7pm and 12am
during the progressive game, my eyes would not stop tearing from the thick cloud of smoke... yet i couldn't wipe them because the caller was going way fast... so, i let my eyes burn and the salt water flow down my cheeks...
yeah. i'm hardcore.
the guys walking around with bingo cards thought i was upset at the numbers...
um... no... the fact i can't see or breathe was to blame... just that. nothing big.

