Bunko. Otherwise known as Let Me Stick My Foot In My Mouth For the Next 1.5 Million Hours of Endless Girl Chatter. Yeah. And I didn’t even win anything.
I want my 5 bucks back.
So, let’s see. I don’t know if the highlight of the night was when I called a girl in a pink shirt the name of the other, very pregnant, girl in the pink shirt (apparently women do NOT like to be called pregnant when they're not--who knew?) or if I thought the girl who was strangely obsessed with the wine staining her teeth was pregnant.
I mean, someone else did ask her if she had a picture of “the baby”, and after studying her stomach, I wrongly concluded that she was, indeed, knocked up. So naturally I asked her when she was due.
Turns out she wasn’t knocked up. Not even close. Newly single.
And bitter as fuck.
What can I say, I'm a slow learner with social norms.
That's why I was completely blown away when, at the end of the night, they invited me to become a regular. They play Bunco every 2nd Tuesday of the month. I declined on account of having commitment issues, but the truth is I’ve never felt like more of an asshole.
And I try to limit my asshole moments to Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and every other Friday.
2 comments:
If you're limiting your asshole days I'm going to have to limit the days I call you. I only want to talk to Asshole Kelli. She's my favorite one.
They clearly like this bad girl side... maybe if you were nice you wouldn't have been asked to be a regular. Good call on staying away from this group. FREAKS!
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