Twinkle: In-law Bunco Night

Where I come from, Bunco is for poor people who can't play bridge. (Apologies to your mom, Lola*).

I consider it a matter of personal pride that I don't know the first thing about playing Bunco, but what am I to do when my husband's cousin invites me to a family Bunco night? First of all, it's in the middle of sprawling suburbia, and even if I could be assured of there being cocktails there, how am I supposed to get back to civilization after the fact? Honestly though, I don't envision there being cocktails there; I see a 2-liter of Mountain Dew and a bag of Funyuns**.

Is it bad that I don't want to go to a place where there aren't drinks?

In other news, I'm tired of all these Baby Boomers friending me on Facebook. If you're over 50, I say get your own social networking site.

* Lola's mom is definitely not poor, and Lola assures us that her mom's Bunco group mostly just goes to the movies instead of actually playing Bunco.

** Nothing against Funyuns.