Monday, July 29, 2013

Almost a whole month without a post again, I swear I’m not slacking – life has just been TOO busy. I’ve had weddings, bridal shower, bachelorette parties, traveling up and down the east coast. I’m doing my best I promise. On top of it, I have a freelance job I’m working on at nights which I will blog about eventually. But here is a post I’ve been dying to write. 

When I worked at The Reporter inputting dreadful calendar items (yes, I was the poor asshole typing in every event because for some reason we didn’t have an online submission form), I feel like I was ALWAYS adding Bingo nights at local churches. Monday night here, Wednesday night there, Friday nights at this place with Vera Bradley prizes (woo-freakin-hoo!!!)

To be honest when I thought of Bingo I thought of a few old people sitting around playing the game, not really a big deal. BOYYYYY AM I WRONG!

Last month I had the pleasure of experiencing my first night out for bingo. Taylor’s grandfather is an avid player and he asked us to tag along. From the start we made some rookie moves and it continued throughout the evening...or atleast for me, I’m not sure about Taylor! We went to Corpus Christi to play – games started at 6:30, I think we rolled right in at 6:30. Games already started, old people gave us the stink eye as the gym door closed and echoed throughout the whole gymnasium. No joke, there was well over 150 people (mostly over the age of 60) stamping away on their big sheets.

We headed back into this tiny room to buy bingo sheets (which they were already counting the money they collected and we screwed them up a bit.) When I think bingo, I think of small grids you stamp, buy as many as youd like. Right? WRONG! Bingo cards are in sheets – you get this big packet that looks like this picture. In each game you get 9 cards and you play a total of 35ish rounds. When you buy your packets there is a schedule – what the games are worth in money, if it’s regular bingo (straight line, diagonal, 4 corner or postage stamp which is the top right area) or if you have to make a crazy shape (like a letter Z, all outside lines, etc.)

So here I am, sitting at this table, pink ink stamper in hand and the lady starts rattling off numbers. “A 12”..ok ok stamp A 12s…ok one there…ok one ….and another there “N 31!” GOD DAMN IT! I’m not even done stamping the A number!!! Bingo is hard as shit! I could not keep up with what letter was called, Taylor’s mom sat across me stamping my sheet after she was done hers in no time. Haha

About 10 minutes in I told Taylor I will play Bingo when I’m older…the speed at which numbers are called is SOO good for your mental strength – you need to read numbers quick, stamp like a mofo and listen. I’ve never failed more miserably at something in my life then I did in Bingo.

Finally by MAYBE the 6th or 7th round I got in my groove, just in time for them to let you use your “bonus” cards for a round making me stamp my 9 original cards and another 6 on the bonus sheet…sweet Lord I lasted about three letter/number calls and just stuck to the 9 card sheet which I couldn’t even get.

You can pay more money for special tickets that look like lottery tickets (I’m going for them next time, some woman won $600!!!) I’m telling you, this entire event boggled my mind!

Things got REAL weird when certain bingo junkies have special cat calls for certain numbers. One lady up by the stage every time she heard B11 she blew this annoying wood train whistle. Another lady every time the caller read this certain G letter she’d ring some damn bell. My favorite by FAR was when the caller would say O69 and you’d get some giggles out of a few of the old church ladies (KILLED ME!)

Long story short, bingo is tough as hell – my eyes were burning from reading the letters, I had zero luck at winning (I’m bringing a troll next time!!) and the chairs are more than uncomfortable. Maybe I’ll go grandpop’s route next time and buy one of the electrical game boards. Either way, I’m going back, I’m redeeming my winning and I want a fancy sound when a certain letter is called. Any suggestions on a bell/whistle/sound and Ill take suggestions for a letter. GO!

Smoke Room Mysteries ... I'm dying to know!

Monday, July 8, 2013

This may be one of the most random posts I will ever have but I need to get this off my chest and I need to
post it. At every job I have worked there has always been smokers. Most go outside to light up their heaters…like good old Dan Sharer smoking by the old delivery ramp at The Reporter (where I still have my interactions with him at when I pick up pizza for home) and people like this guy Mike who I worked with at Bed, Bath and Beyond smoking behind the building. You go outside, come back in smelling like ass and continue on with your day until you have the urge to go back out again.

But here at my new job, there is a Smoke Room. One after one, they all pile behind this closed door that looks like an office door and they burn ‘em. They bullshit and smoke…they reek of smoke after they get out of there (of course they do, they are hot boxing it in a little room.) But here is the point of the post… I WANNA KNOW WHAT’S BACK THERE BEHIND THAT DOOR!

I want to know what it looks like! Do they have a fan? Do they all sit back there on plastic box crates? Do they have chairs? How big/small is that room? How many people can they fit in there at a time? Are the lights on or off? Do they share cigs or everyone always brings their own pack? Do they have air fresheners? Gum? ANYTHING?!?!

It is seriously the craziest thing, but I get a little feeling of anxiety when I watch them all pile in and SLAM! The door shuts quickly before you can’t even get a peak in there. I know what you’re thinking, ‘Amanda, stop being an asshole and just open the door and look!’ Yes, that would make things simple for me, but to be honest, I like the mystery. I like not knowing as much as I crave to know.

I’ve always been one to gossip and always want to know the “ins” on things, but this simple thing of not knowing what is behind that door while LOTS of our staff does, it keeps me in check. I need to stop being so nosey and get over it. So here I am, confessing about how I want to open that Smoke Room door so bad to solve the mystery, but I’m going to fight the feeling and use this post as my venting source. Cheers to one of the most random posts in the world.

And smokers – lay off the heaters!! They are going to kill your lungs and if you’re my friend I want you around as long as possible. Stop cutting your life short, a lot of us will miss you.

America -- F#$& yeah

Thursday, July 4, 2013

I love America.
I love having the right to vote. 
I love having the freedom of speech. 
I love wearing my American flag headband. 
I love the BBQ/drinks with friends. 
I love the red, white and blue. 
I love that I'm not working covering 46854 parades in one day. 

God bless America!! 

Chicken and Waffles: Mama likey!

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Hey everyone, I’m back!! Let me first start off with saying I’m sorry for leaving everyone to hang over the last month. I did not write ONE post in June – God I suck! Maybe that alphabet challenge took more out of me than I thought – or like I said, I could have just been a crap blogger for a month. (I think it’s more lazy than anything.) But believe me, I am sorry and I had many intentions to write. I’ve been noting to myself posts idea that have come to my mind throughout the month of June, I have over 15 in total. So better late than never, I am back. I’m sorry. Lets blog!

June was an awesome month, filled with activities and adventures from start to finish. I kicked off the month with a trip down to Virginia visiting Donavan (check out her blog) and Kyle. Ashley, Zach, Taylor and I headed down 95 South for a fully packed weekend that included laughter, stories, drinks and fun. Saturday afternoon we headed to Georgetown for an afternoon of walking around and some cocktails. We later in the evening went out to dinner and a roof top bar where we all had a little too much fun, but that is typical with us all.

Now onto my REAL reasoning of this blog post. On Sunday morning we headed into DC and had brunchLincoln – a restaurant on Vermont Avenue that features local and fresh foods on a small plate menu. I’m not sure the portion size of lunch and dinner, but their brunch menu was far from small. Feeling adventurous and craving this item after seeing it on the food network a month earlier, I went outside my comfort zone and ordered chicken and waffles.

OH MY GOD…want to talk about the most AMAZING THING EVER!!! I’ve heard all about the chicken and waffles hype for quite some time and never really got it. Chicken and syrup?? YUCK! But trust me, I get it now. Lincoln could not have made the meal any tastier.

The fried chicken was made to perfection…the outside was crispy and browned, with hardly any grease to it. The chicken breast fell off the bone effortlessly and the moistness of the meat was perfecto. The chicken sat on top of a bed of waffles that were fluffy on the inside, fresh and soft on the outside.

Now to the ‘weird’ part – eating my chicken with syrup. What I expected it to taste like, I’m really not sure, but the combination of the sweet syrup with the salty chicken is an amazing combo (like when you eat pretzels with your ice cream.)

I would describe the taste of the two together, but I honestly can’t. The only adjective that came directly to my mind while chewing it was “smooth.” The butter, chicken, syrup and waffles form into one, giving an even blended taste confusing the senses. Maybe it’s just me, but I hope you understand what I’m explaining when you try it.

I’m itching to get back to Lincoln again to try another one of their dishes (also to buy one of their t-shirts --
they are so cool!!) Everything was great – it was a perfect way to end a perfect weekend with some of my favorite people.

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