Jared Penn is my hero

Whilst sitting around bored on a Monday night bored because we have no TV or internet, Brian had a stroke of genius. The other day while walking to get gellatos, we passed by a Bingo parlor not thinking much of it. Brian suggested we go, as we needed something to cure the malaise that we were all experiencing. Myself, Jared, and Brian went to the parlor not knowing what to expect. As we walked down the corridor and stairwell into the main bingo hall, we expected the building to be packed with screaming Italian senior citizens, because everyone knows that screaming seniors and bingo is like Forest Gump and Jenny. However, upon entering the main room that was musky from all of the chain-smokers, we realized that this was pretty serious. After finding our seat in a booth next to two middle-aged Italian women, we were thrilled to learn that single tickets were only one euro, so we were headed for a night of cheap, innocent fun. The Italian man reading the bingo balls rattled off the numbers so quickly, so initially it was hard to find the numbers on our slips. Although I ended up losing close to ten euro for the night, the real champion ended up being Jared. In about his sixth game, Jared won the grand prize and turned his one euro into a whopping 140, which he said would pay for the trip to Paris that he just booked. When his last number was called, we all enthusiastically jumped in the air and screamed bingo, not even caring about the scene we just made. Thankfully, everyone there smiled at us because they knew it just made our night.