OK, I play bunco. It’s cliche. It’s suburban housewife-y. It’s fun.
The girls get together, we drink wine, we talk, we laugh, (sometimes we even remember to play bunco). All for a buy in of $10. (Personally, I like it when it’s my turn to host bunco because it forces me to clean the house really well and gives me an excuse to buy fresh flowers.)
Rich has never been to, nor seen a bunco game played. He calls it Drunko. I read a blog today that was about bunco from the man’s perspective. It’s hilarious and it reminds me of what I just know Rich is thinking whenever I mention bunco, especially when I tell him that there is such a thing as Couple’s Bunco, and “wouldn’t it be fun if…”
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