We played Bunco tonight. Twelve women ranging in age from 25 to 72 gather once a month to roll the dice. We were short one tonight, so Zach and Tony filled in for us. They learned things.
In some weird twist of Sarah’s trivia filled brain, the conversation took the tilt-a-whirl around to merkins, those pesky pubic wigs first introduced in the 1450’s for prostitutes. Can you see Team Merkin taking the National Bunco Championship?
My merkin will definitely be on the outside of my britches. I’m thinking feathers and lace with a little leather and a couple of spiky things. How about a new concept in sweat pant decoration, something for all us crafty types to get our hands on….uh? Just think what one could do with a little glitter, a feather boa, and a gold chain or two. Go punk? Goth? Something trendy for sure. Suggestions for our team uniform flew around the room.
We are some creative women.
How about a tee? ‘Show me your merkin.”
Wonder if merkins are available in plus size? Now there’s a TMI for you.
Falon said she’s dressing as a merkin next Halloween.
Sarah said she’d be the perfect merkin for the 50 foot tall woman.
I just sat and pondered the size of a part requiring a merkin of that dimension.
That’s some scary pondering. A fella could fall in and just disappear!
R-rated Bunco. Not for everyone.