Sunday 15th May 2011 – Austin TEXAS
It pretty much does what it says on the tin. You cover a pool table with a board full of bingo numbers, on top you place a cage (a pretty big cage so no throwing shoes at me all you animal rights activitists) and into that cage you put a chicken, plus lots of mixed corn. Then everyone sits around and waits for the chicken to s*** on a number and if you’re lucky enough that it’s your number you win the $114 pot.
But lets back track a little, first you’ve got to get to get to Ginny’s, something we were having real problems with. Initially because we were walking in the wrong direction, this was corrected by a bus ride in the right direction (yes a bus not a taxi, check us out behaving like locals, plus I’m cheap). However we then ruined that by getting off at totally the wrong stop and ending up with still a good distance to go with only minutes till they released the chicken. (Or so we thought). Luck shone down on us at the nearest petrol gas station when we asked directions and a very nice local not only gave us directions but a lift to Ginny’s. He obviously didn’t kidnap and murder us as I’m still here to write to details but he saved our bacon and got us there in time to get a seat, a true knight in shining armour. We actually got there ages before the bingo started but just in time to see Dale Watson and his band the Lone Stars perform. Lone Star beer “the best beer in the land” according to Dale, and chilli dogs ‘free dogs, not just any dogs chilli dogs”
What we couldn’t understand however, was that despite the music being amazing the majority of the people in the place were clustered round the pool table waiting for a chicken’s bowels to move. And as Leon pointed out we can watch a chicken poop in our own back garden, so instead enjoyed a front row seat for the music. As it happened it took the chicken ages to go (another sign she was far from distressed) and we didn’t win the $114 but we did walk away with the dimensions of the cage so keep your eyes peeled for a game of Chicken S*** Bingo, coming to a back garden near you. Maybe.
Oh yeah, and Leon bought a Ginny’s Little Longhorn t-shirt, the first of many t-shirts he’ll be buying while we’re here.
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