Last Sunday some mates of mine invited me out to Tuesday Night Bingo at the Wrights Cafe in Swords. I had been to bingo before back in Australia so the idea of going to bingo wasn’t inciting any real feelings of excitement, but my mates are always a great crack and I knew it would still be a good night. Facebook informed me that Bingo didn’t start until 9.30pm and just as it crossed my mind that this was a little late for a Tuesday night, I rebelled against the thought and declared to myself that if I thought 9.30pm was too late to be going out I definitely needed to go!
Tuesday night came, the boys picked me up, and we headed to their place for some amazing homemade Cottage Pie and a few glasses of red wine. We chatted about my new place and settling into Dublin life, the renovations the boys were planning, and all the good stuff a couple glasses of wine brings out. Then it was 9pm and we decided it was time to head down to Wrights.
When we got to Wrights the place was almost deserted. Turned out it was closer to 10.30pm before bingo started and slowly as 10pm came round the place started to get a bit busier. Avril, the absolutely gorgeous Drag Queen and our ball-caller for the night showed up, and things started to liven up. I had to work in the morning so I keep to the red wine and “wasn’t having a big one”. The next thing you know its 2 cocktails for €10 and I have 2 … whatever they were in my hands!
Turns out the best way to enjoy bingo is drinking with mates, and a Drag Queen – who looks better in short shorts then you do! Avril was brilliant, keeping the whole crowed entertained with her dirty humor, classy dance moves, and killer legs.
Bingo finished about midnight and we stayed around to enjoy a couple more drinks. At this point I decided the best way to sober up a little was dancing. I headed to the dance floor where the rest of the 20 somethings were and decided it was time for a little fun. Being a Tuesday night, most of the people out were in their early 20’s and students or shift workers from the airport. I knew I was at the older edge of this crowed but I really didn’t feel it, and I didn’t care, I wanted to dance and have a little fun.
And a little fun I had.
It was a “school” night so I was, as always, on my best behavior (wink, wink). I was keen to dance the night away, however some young fella kept wanting to talk so I figured the easiest way to shut him up was to snog him. So I had my little fun, and the next thing I know it was 1:30am and time for this Cinderella to head home. I left my fun on the dance floor, said goodbye to my mates and headed off home for a peanut butter sandwich and 3 hours sleep before it was up and off to work again.
6 months ago I would have said I was getting too old for this shit – but these days I feel like I am getting my second run at 21!
The next morning I woke up, wished I could go back to bed but was otherwise all good for the day. I don’t know if it is me, or the adrenaline of being in a new county – but whatever it is, lets keep it going!
Have a great weekend! 🙂