Friday, May 27, 2005
84. Bingo
After three hours on the bus we arrived at Club Getaway, a big adult playground in the woods. We were greeted by a cheery woman in hiking boots who invited us to go rock climbing, play tennis, or even live dangerously and strap ourselves into a trapeze-like device and whoosh back and forth twenty feet up in the air. I was much more excited by the heated rooms and solid prefab shower stalls, and unpacked and joined the rest of us inside a large cabin with a sunroof and three open sides. It was the weekend's stand-in for a synagogue, and had probably hosted many more games of human bingo (wander around the room with a list of questions for members of the opposite sex; mark a square on your game card each time you find an answer or make meaningful eye contact with the person queried) than Friday night services.
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human bingo,.......get out of here! nice analogy...... when you said "camp" you really meant camp.....how about a nice cruise? that would be much more conducive to sporting about checking out the menfolk.
It really is bingo, not kidding. Yes, scary. There are indeed Jewish singles cruises, but they take a lot of guts--if you don't meet anyone you like, you're stuck in the middle of the ocean with nowhere else to go!
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I just laughed an amazingly scary laugh.....right you are, on the being stuck. I think you are very brave!
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