December 11, 2004
Who Rides in a Limousine to a Bunko Party?
I am sitting at home alone tonight. Well, Caleb is here, but in keeping with routine, he has been in bed since 7:00. Where is the wife?
To setup the story you must first know a few important facts about my darling wife:
- She doesn’t like to eat big meals late at night.
- To her, late at night = 8:30.
- She doesn’t care for being in places where she doesn’t know many people.
- She doesn’t care much for cowboy boots and doesn’t own a pair of her own.
- To my knowledge, the only time she’s ever gambled is when she married.
Tonight she is going against every one of those.
About a quarter after four this afternoon our neighbor Carol (more about her and her husband in a moment) rings our doorbell—the one Tiffany may now be wishing my dad had not of fixed for us last month. She says, "Tiffany, what are you doing tonight?" I could tell from her stuttering and stammering that she could think of nothing.
"Some friends of mine are getting together for a Bunko party, and one just cancelled at the last minute. Could you pleeeeeease come join us? We’d love to have you, and you would love my friends. They are such a blast. We have reserved the Cattleman’s Steakhouse in the downtown stockyards. The meal and everything thing is on me….and oh yeah, we’ll be taking the limo….and the dress will be jeans and boots….and there will be non-alchoholic drinks too….and bring five bucks to ante up in the Bunko…and a gift for the White Elephant game we’ll play…and we leave at 5:45."
How could she say no to that?
Tiffany asked Carol when she thought they would be back and Carol said "Ten or so." I could see Tiffany’s enthusiasm fade to black because we both knew about the "or so" loophole. That could mean anytime!
I would guess that our neighbors Eon and Carol Marshall are in their late forties or fifties. Yes, they do own a limo, complete with a "WorldPokerParty.com" logo on it. Tiffany was cringing at the thought of anyone seeing her getting out of it, but the poor girl just couldn’t come up with a good enough excuse. Eon tells me that he has written a reality TV show called "Poker Island" and has sold it to NBC for a few million dollars. He seems to always be in Las Vegas. But it is curious that they still live in our middle class ‘hood.
My final encouragement to Tiffany was to have a good attitude come home a big winner. I can’t wait for more details.
