If 30 is the new 20, than I’m obviously 19, which also means I’m still young, hip and swingin’. Given that status, you’ll be surprised to find that on Friday night, instead of hitting up some thumping club or getting hammered with a bunch of hipsters at the coolest underground bar no one knows about, I played bingo.
No, you read that right. I was there with little kids and their grandparents, carefully marking cards and politely applauding when someone else’s grids lined up appropriately.
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