A Social Butterfly and Chicken Shit Bingo

Every week the Recreation Director (who is also the grub luger) sends out a Recreation calendar. Here are the activities we can take in this week:

WEEK IN RECREATION FOR 10-1 TO 10-7

 MONDAY

ART HISTORY CLASS

7:30 PM IN THE LARGE CONFERENCE ROOM

  “NEW” MOVIE NIGHT

FEATURE

CHLOE

7:30 PM B1 LOUNGE

                                                        TUESDAY

BADMINTON

7 PM IN THE GYM

 “FABULOUS FILMS”

7:15 PM B1 LOUNGE

                                      WEDNESDAY

SOCCER

7 PM IN THE GYM

                                         THURSDAY

MOVIE NIGHT

7:30 PM B1 LOUNGE

VOLLEYBALL

7 PM IN THE GYM

                                              SUNDAY

BIKRAM YOGA

10 AM IN THE GYM

                                           VOLLEYBALL

2 PM IN THE GYM

THE WINDS OF WAR

6 PM B1 LOUNGE

This calendar doesn’t even cover all the impromptu fun- like pool games, movie marathons, drinking to excess, and having conversations that go from baseball to highly inappropriate sexual positions in 55 seconds. No, wait- we were sober and that happened at lunch, but you get the idea. There are a lot of things to do at the bottom of the world on any given day. And, yet, just like my off ice life- I find myself putzing around my room; reading, writing letters, obviously not blogging, and listening to music while berating myself for not being more social.

When I was in graduate school in Detroit most of my friends were spoken word artists, musicians, artists, jewelry designers, published poets, and other people who did really cool things that generally required an audience on a Friday night. I would get invites to do some of the coolest stuff. Yet, most of the time I would use my friends Nicole’s line and when my friends would call I would say, “Oh yeah! I just have to put on some pants and I’ll be right over.” Then I would putz around my apartment (sans pants), talk to Gunnydog, read, write, listen to techno music, and hope no one noticed that I didn’t show up- all the while berating myself for not being more social.

People think I am so wicked social, but mostly it’s because I get nervous and can’t shut up. Part of not being able to shut up is throwing down my documentary writer education to ask all kinds of questions that are, quite honestly, none of my business, but people love talking about themselves. So, it follows, people think I am staggeringly extroverted.

Right now we are 7 months into an 8 month stint. The 50 of us here at the Pole have spent every day, every meal, every holiday, and every weekend hanging out together. My social credits are pretty close to expiring, so hiding in my room and putzing is actually a public service I am doing.

Tonight, in a valiant effort to be social, I went to SuperHero Bingo. I went as Super Polie Who Needs Her Hair Colored. Even with that mad super skill- I didn’t win. I should use my Super Honesty powers to admit right now I tend not to win things.

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JonO looks way hotter with grey hair than I ever will.

Once when I was waiting tables the bar next door had Chicken Shit Bingo, which is a highly skilled game of chance. You take a large piece of ply board and put squares with numbers on it. Folks buy a square for 10 bucks and write their name on the square. When all the squares are purchased, you lay the ply board on the floor and let a chicken loose on it. The square the chicken poops on, well that is the lucky winner of all the collected monies. The bartender came over and harassed me to buy the last square so they could have Chicken Shit Bingo that night. I begrudgingly gave him ten bucks (that was a ton’o’money in tips for a town that size) and that night the chicken shit on my name. I won a little under two thousand dollars. Other than chicken taking a haphazard dump on my name- I am not a highly evolved gambler. Even then, I wasn’t at the bar when the chicken took its dump. I was home- putzing and listening to music.

7 thoughts on “A Social Butterfly and Chicken Shit Bingo

  1. Yup, this cracked me up, girl. You guys look pretty dang healthy for almost being done with winter! I didn’t know that’s where all your questions came from, but I think extroversion is a skill that you have to practice (I do at least) and you fake it till you make it! But I still find myself backing out of stuff for the same reason…maybe once you get home we can spend a Friday night backing out of cool stuff and drinking wine in our pajamas together.

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