We walked and explored the ship all day until dinner where we enjoyed an elegant meal. We then hurried along to make it to the biggest event of the night. Bingo. We entered the auditorium and found ourselves a pair of seats near the front. The whole family had their game face on and we were ready for the balls to start rolling.
The first game was the good ol' classic bingo, one line. My brother and I had our two daubers for nine squares. Everything was off to a good start. We were the first people to stand up indicating we needed only one ball to bingo. We stood in anticipation waiting for that one number to be called, but our efforts were in vain. We heard bingo in the back of the room, and it was confirmed as a good bingo. Ben and I viciously shredded the sheet and vowed to never speak of that disgrace ever again.
Game two rolled along, and our morale started to sink. The numbers were called and we didn't have ship. We heard a bingo in the background, and we shredded our card.
Game 3, our last and final chance to strike it big. This game was a kite. Ben and I gathered what will power we had and pushed forward. The numbers began to roll, and the numbers were not in our favor. All around the room, people began to stand up. We looked at our cards and saw nothing that great. We had multiple cards that were two away, but nothing seemed to help us get closer. Until, that one number rolled; we were finally one away. I stood up slowly with defeat in my eyes. As the next number was called, I stood in anticipation, waiting for someone to yell bingo. There was no winner yet. I look at my card and thought all we need is I 24. The next ball was rolled and the speaker called I 24. I look at the paper and marked the spot. It finally clicked in my head. I had a bingo. I said "bingo," still a bit dazed.



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