Mamason was visiting and loves bingo, so we end up going since I hadn't been either. Before we get through the door, I'm stopped for ID. I think I look like an old bag but still got branded with the gigantic "Over 21" stamp--WTH!
It was smokey as hell and I found it amusing that while smoking was permitted indoors, there was a designated 'non-smoking' section in the bingo hall. I don't play bingo & don't get excited about slots or card games. It pisses me off to lose money. So, I decide to ditch Mamason for a bit and grabbed a mlite, just as 2 people set up on a mini stage near 1 of the bars.
There was a tiny dance floor surrounded by seating. People mostly listened to the duo trade off btwn vocals & the keyboard, singing contemporary, old school hip hop, and some 70s funk. The crowd was disproportionately geriatric and there was one old lady who got up to dance to a Justin Timberlake song with some young stud, while everyone else pretty much gawked. Emergency Medical Staff were on standby near the dance floor in case of cardiac arrest or hip injuries. I'm being totally serious.
The only good thing about this place is that fountain drinks are free in the bingo hall (so bring your empty 2-liter bottles to fill up) & beer is $3. Would I bring my mom back? You bet. She loved it & that's all that mattered.