We’re all off to go play gay bingo. Yes, gay bingo. The fun bingo where people in drag call out the numbers all the while telling jokes and putting on a show. And who’s idea was it to go play gay bingo on a Sunday night you might ask? Was it mine? Oh no, I would much rather stay home. Well my mother—being the P-Flag mother that she is—thought it would be fun to go out and do something I might enjoy, with the gays. So she’s dragging my sisters, my best friend, and I to West Hollywood, to go play. Mind you, the first thing to come out of her mouth was “You might meet a guy there Jonathan. Make sure you fix yourself up.” So wish me luck fellow tumblrs. Luck to win! Not to meet someone, although that wouldn’t hurt either.