Beach Night

Sam and I headed out to go play Bingo last night. We drove all the way to Milton; only to be confronted by Vicious Bingo Players!  It was ridiculous and even just thinking of the story gets me angry.  We walked into the bingo hall and the place was packed full with people and 95% of the crowd was African American. I am not prejudice but it does feel odd to be the only white amongst a crowd of blacks. Regardless, it wasn’t a very comfortable place; was kind of dirty looking and didn’t compare at all to the bingo hall in Braintree from Tuesday night.  But, we felt lucky and figured we would give it a shot. IF we could find a few seats that is.  Seat hunting turned out to be a tricky task, because every empty spot was reserved by others with Bingo Daubbers. Finally we came to a table that happened to have a a very nice lady seated there and she helped us out. She had seats reserved too, but moved them over and made room for us to sit! How nice, so I headed up to buy our bingo sheets.   Luckily I came back to the table before buying them because while I was asking Sam if she wanted a nine sheet or a twelve sheet, this big ole lady came strutting (or maybe it was stomping) up to us and started screaming in this horribly mean voice with an attitude (and shaking her head):

“Oh no, Oh no, Oh no (yes, she said that three times) you cant sit there, you cant sit there (Yes she said that twice) Mary’s coming and that seat is saved. Who told you you could sit there?  Who told you?”  She was having a complete meltdown over these saved bingo seats!

At this point the nice lady told her she had made room for us, but that was all she said and certainly didn’t stand up to this other woman the way she should have (but then again, neither did I). I guess she was quite intimidated too.

Sam and I left that table and walked around a little more. But each table we tried to sit at was blocked by bingo daubbers or someone at each table would shake their heads and say “someones sitting there”. Instead of fighting with these “Taking Bingo way too Serious” people, we decided to leave.

That ended up to be a good decision, although we did have to sit through an hour of traffic headed back to the South Shore. We had dinner, a nice bowl of homemade soup, and decided to take a ride to Nantasket Beach. One of my favorite times to be at the beach is right at sunset when there aren’t many people around and all you can hear is the ocean. It’s very serene!  We played around with the camera and took a few quick dips; surprisingly the water was much warmer than the air. It was great, until you got out of the water.  Samantha is deathly afraid of sharks and was once told by someone that sharks come out at dusk, which made her her usual paranoid self.  Making the shallow waters only our swimming territory.  Oh well, it was fun and we are headed back today to catch some rays and hopefully I’ll go deep.  I’d forgotten how I had missed the ocean!

Sam at A street beach entrance

Me, heading to the beach

Sami the fish (but watch out for those killer sharks)

Underwater feet