I feel like it’s time I come clean about something and I might as well do it here, in a safe place and in front of my fellow degenerates. I’m becoming a bingo junkie. It's come to the point that I can’t imagine straying into the state of Nevada without dusting off my dauber and taking in a game or two. It all started last summer when a coworker invited us to visit Mesquite with her and her husband. They were talking about how much fun they have playing. We pointed and scoffed and laughed at them, but agreed to try it. And we were totally hooked before the last ball was called that night. Something about the way that fresh bingo pack smells, getting your bonus cards marked before the round starts, the tension in the room when you’re getting close to a win and you know you’re not the only one — it’s intoxicating. Plus it’s a low-key, fun way to spend an hour or two and comparatively cheap. Both my wife and I usually play a round for less than $20. We haven’t been huge winners, but we haven’t been huge losers, either. And let’s face it — not losing huge can count as a win. I always thought you had to be old enough to draw Social Security to enjoy bingo. I was surprised to learn that’s not the case. I’ve come to think of bingo as gambling society’s big equalizer — people of all ages, ethnicities and economic levels sit together in gleeful harmony, waiting, hoping to hear that last number called. “Come on, O-63! Come on, O-63! Come on — BINGO!” Just for fun, we may try and play at least one round every day of our upcoming trip. I don’t know if we’ll actually do it, but it’s good to have a goal, right? To help plan, I scraped some info off the Interwebs last night and made a Google Map with the bingo halls around town, and their game times. If anybody is interested, THIS IS THE LINK. Anyway, I'd challenge anybody who's never tried bingo to set aside an hour or two and give it a spin. I know it's not for everybody, but you might end up just as surprised as we were by how much fun you can have.