I do fully intend to devote at least one post in November, and perhaps two or three, to the 40th anniversary of Sesame Street and my celebration thereof. I'm just putting it off to heighten the excitement.
So tonight was Bunko night.
Women in the 1700s had tea parties. In the 1800s, it was quilting bees. In various decades throughout the 1900s, we had home parties for everything under the sun. In the 2000s, for me at least, it's Bunko.
We shriek. We laugh. We cry. We scream. We sing. Sometimes, all at once. The game is really just background for all the conversation going on.
And at the end, we all say goodnight and go home smiling. With prizes, no less.
We could solve a myriad of interpersonal relationship issues with a game of Bunko. Saving the world, one set of dice at a time.