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Several years ago, a friend from church invited me to be a sub at her Bunco Night. I had no idea what bunco was or what I was subbing for, I wouldn’t know half the people there, and usually that would be enough for me to say, “Thanks but no thanks.” But for some reason I went.
It was awesome. A dozen friendly, laid-back women, just hanging out, rolling dice, chatting happily, and eating good food. What’s not to love?
A year or so and a few more times subbing after that, someone dropped out of the group and I was invited to be a permanent member. I’ve been going to Bunco Night every third Thursday of the month ever since.
It is exactly what I needed without realizing I needed it.
It’s like Tom and Donna took me out and insisted I get whatever I wanted. Great friends? Treat yo’ self! Fun prizes? Treat yo’ self! Dinner I didn’t have to make? Treat yo’ self! A scheduled evening, away from home, where pajamas are encouraged, and I get to hang out and laugh till past my bedtime and go home feeling lighter than I have all month? Treat. Yo’. Self.
It’s the best day of the month!
It’s not really about the game, you know. Bunco is pretty mindless and almost entirely luck. Some months we stop before finishing all four rounds. Once we played a different game entirely. Every December we skip the bunco part of Bunco Night and have a little Christmas party. It’s what we get together to do, but it’s hardly the real reason we do it.
Nor is it about the prizes. Let’s be honest: it’s always fun to win something. But even on the nights I walk away empty-handed (which happens often) I feel just as refreshed and happy as I do when I have the highest score.
And as motivated as I am by food, that’s not the point of it either. I mean, it’s really nice to know there’s at least one dinner a month I don’t have to think about. And treats at each table are a bonus. Especially if those treats are crisp, delicate OREO Thins, and they’re at the winners’ table and the losers’ table…because doesn’t that make us all winners?
(I’m a social eater, guys. It’s a problem.)
Cliché as it may sound, it’s the people that make Bunco Night so great. Every month I look forward to spending an evening laughing my face off with some of theee most delightful women on the planet. We catch up on each other’s lives, share ridiculous stories, and ask each other for advice. We talk about work, parenting, relationships, school, vacations, worries, embarrassments, triumphs, heartaches, and everything in between. It’s a wonder we ever get around to playing the game at all!
I’m not sure David understands why Bunco Night is so important to me, but he knows that it is. He helps me make time to be with my people each month because he knows I’m a better
wife mom person when I do.
Maybe it’s not as intellectual as a book club or as healthy as taking a fitness class, but those Thursdays have become priceless to me. I wouldn’t trade them for anything. Not even a whole heap of OREO Thins to eat all by myself. Because while you know I’m mildly obsessed with OREOs, I’d much rather share them with friends than eat them in the bathroom by myself with the door locked.
Kids, man. They just don’t appreciate a good cookie when they see one.
The adult in me knows I should be spending my dollars at Kroger or Kroger Banner stores on fresh produce for my green smoothies, (Dear Fry’s: Thank you for always having the weird stuff on my smoothie shopping list. Love, Jen) But let’s be honest: I’m feeding my OREO addiction too. This is only like a third of the selection at my local Fry’s! How am I supposed to choose just one kind?
Find out how other moms are making time for themselves with OREO Thins here. And I’d really love to know: how do YOU make time for yourself? What things do you do to feel rejuvenated and ready to take on all that hard stuff life throws at you? Do you have an emergency stash of OREOs too, or is that just me?