B-U-N-C-O

The anguish, feverish sweat, the cramped anticipation of the squeal of "Game!"... it's all in the wrist baby.. Tennis? No. Golf? Not even close.. it's Bunco baby and you have to be in it to win it.

Ok ok.. maybe it's not as heart pounding as it sounds but tonight sure proved that it can be fast paced and can cause numerous palpitations (and maybe heartburn from overeating and too much wine).

I looked up Bunco in Wikipedia tonight to find out that it is actually a game that originated in the 18th century England as a "8-Dice Cloth"... whatever the hell that's supposed to mean. It also said that while it lost popularity, it had a resurgence in the early 21st century.

Amongst the community of the military wives, Bunco is revered as a social event to get together and meet ladies within the batallions. I frankly think it's an excuse to get away from your husband and kids, drink wine and yell - all while letting your frustrations out on the poor tiny innocent dice that get slammed around.

Tonight's Bunco was a good one. A full game of 12 ladies and definitely a good share of screaming...and not to mention food. I think I'll be eating desserts, chips and dip for the next few days.

So, if you're in the mood to try something different to do, give Bunco a shot... and honestly, it can easily be turned into a drinking game. ... and honestly, it should be.

Triple 6's.. shots for everyone!