Bingo is the “go-to” entertainment choice in Atenas

If your not a drinker or dancer and want to find some entertainment in Atenas, the limited choice usually falls to bingo. And those choices are limited to the rainy season it appears. Our friends from the UK and Canada enjoy bingo too.

Over the last decade, online bingo has gained a lot more popularity as compared to other online games. The industry is now worth millions of pounds in the UK and is expected to encounter an exploding growth in the near future.

Seeing this growth, there are a few valid reasons why online bingo has become so enticing for players around the globe. Each player has different interests and online bingo has managed to cater to each of their preferences with a wide selection of games. Another advantage is that players can access these games from the comfort of their own homes or even when they are on the move. These benefits make it all the more inviting and makes them want to play the game more often.

Another appropriate reason behind the popularity of the game is the social feature attached to it. They get to meet and connect with a lot of like minded people and make some new friends throughout their time on the site.

Bingo Diamond, is one of the renowned sites in the industry which has attracted a lot of attention with it’s unique range of games and active social media presence.

Along with a varied selection of bingo games like 90-ball, 75-ball, 80-ball and 50-ball bingo, players can also enjoy the right mix of casino games. Visit bingodiamond.com to play these games and have a shot at the big jackpots and prizes. The site also features a good selection of casino games and slots. 

So, if you are looking for a quick way to earn money while staying entertained, Bingo Diamond is just the site for you. Players are offered free bingo tickets in their BOGOF offers and have plenty of bonuses coming their way.

 

Deja Vu! Old Post Revisited!
Wife’s Friend’s Daughter’s Graduation Party Beats Your Spouse’s Christmas Party.

There sure is a lot of grumpiness about company holiday parties. Seems that the good old days where people could get all liquored up on the boss’s dime, and then provide company lore to be shared year after year, have gone by the wayside.

Companies now limit alcohol intake through some artificial method, usually involving tickets.

They would always have an open bar, and everyone would get schnockered, even (especially) the partners. And then January would come, and the bill would arrive, and my boss would go completely apeshit and start reading us all the riot act. Who the fuck drank all this? How many drinks did YOU have? How about your husband? Who ordered all this top shelf shit? Goddammit!

See, that’s how a company gets traditions and reputations are earned. Legends are born or created.

Even those who work at home have to deal with this issue of holiday parties.

They can get out of control however:

A Harnett County jury has been told to return to court on Monday to continue deliberations in the trial of a woman charged with castrating a man at a Christmas party.

But not everyone dreads the Christmas party. Until the day of the party.

When we first receive the invitation in the mail, I’m drawn in, eager, excited. A chance to mingle! With grown-ups! Who are not my spouse! Who might not have children; think of it! I close my eyes and conjure up men laughing their baritone laughs punctuated by the harmoniously higher pitched and lilting laughs of women.

My daughter was whining about how lame SIL’s company holiday party is now. She use to work at the same place before the liquor limitations were put in place. She still recalls the stories from that bygone era. This year, they were home by 8:30.

Well, I got that beat.

I have something even more difficult to deal with. Attending a college graduation party of the daughter of Nancy’s friend.

Christmas Party: All adults, one of you knows a lot of the people, few relatives, it’s at night, liquor is served.

Daughter of Friend’s Graduation Party: Young kids, college kids who looked like high school kids, we knew four people, everybody was related to somebody else, it’s the middle of the afternoon, and no liquor.

Here’s the deal: Blended families are a bitch for the uninitiated. Blair is a cute kindergartner. Nancy knew Blair because she and her friend had taken Blair shopping with them one time.

Blair is the graduate’s boyfriend’s daughter. I made a comment to the man I thought was Blair’s dad, who turned out to be her grandfather. It was at that point I quit talking to anybody but the dogs.

Cousin’s twice removed? Today you have to deal with step-cousin’s daughter’s girlfriend and a surrogate Mom.

I think I’ll take a Christmas Party anyday.

Too many ways to talk

One of the podcasts I listen too features John C. Dvorak, a tech writer for CNET. His intro for the tech segment on the podcast NoAgenda is something like:

bakelitephone

 

 

Your phone should be a landline and it should be made out of Bakelite.

 

 

I used a phone like this most of my young life.

Last night was St. Todd de Cubbville’s birthday, so that warrants a call. Here were our choices to place an international phone call:

  • Facebook
  • Skype
  • WhatsApp
  • Viber
  • Magic Jack
  • Google Voice

There are plenty more options – too many we decided! I didn’t try them all… because we got through on Facebook and the quality was good.

Dvorak is right…

Honest Ticos: They Do Exist

puravida

We all complain about the Gringo pricing – where it appears that Gringoes get a different price than Ticos. And the car mechanics and electricians and property surveyors, etc . etc that have two sets of prices… it may not be illegal, but it sure leaves a bad taste in your mouth.

But it is apparent that there are many honest Ticos.

Here are a few stories from a recent Facebook post…

With the recent spate of robberies and all the bad news stories regarding the downside of CR living, I think a good news story is in order. Yesterday I went to town and stopped at the Coope in the afternoon for groceries. I was in a hurry to get home so I unloaded my cart and left the cart in the lot (I know….bad manners but I rarely do that). About 5 last evening, Steve got a call on his phone from a gentleman asking for Pamela Houston…all in Spanish so he gave the phone to me. My Spanish is passable, not fluent, but I gathered that I had left a card of some kind at Coope, even though I knew I paid in cash for groceries. He said he had the card at his home in Estranrillos. Thinking it as likely something minor, and not really being able to understand all he was saying, I took the man’s name and arranged to meet him Saturday morning at Coope and hung up. Then I began to wonder what the card could be and went searching for my wallet. Yup….no wallet. Now I’m in a panic….all my ID, credit cards, driver’s license, not much money but that was minor in comparison. I ran through my brain what I would have to do to replace all this, especially here! I checked the phone to call this man back and the record of the call said “no number”. So what now? Do I cancel the cards and go through virtual hell to get it all replaced? Take a chance that he would show up? After all, he called me and was willing to meet the next day. I knew I couldn’t wait overnight, so we got in the car and drove to Coope…maybe he is an employee who found my wallet and took it home for safekeeping. We got to Coope and to my great relief, saw Sylvia Spix at the outdoor café. This lovely lady put aside the work she was doing and agreed to help me and we spent some time going from employee to employee asking if this man worked at coope (no) and did anyone know him? (again, no). I have to admit, my hope was sinking. Finally we figured out where he might live (I was confusing the local name) and Sylvia made contact with a woman from the same neighborhood. By chance, she happened to be at Coope and came out to give directions to this man’s home. Off we went and sure enough, we found the house and the most delightful man and his wife returned my wallet to me, completely intact including even a ring I had removed and left in the change compartment. I had, apparently, left it in the cart outside. Such a huge relief and such wonderful people and yes, I did reward him. Thank you Sylvia, I could not have done it without your help. Above all, thanks to Antonio Cicada for his honesty and diligence, finding Steve’s phone number on a scrap of paper among many scraps, in my wallet…I hope this helps to restore some lost faith…Pura Vida!

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Great people those Ticos. Funny thing is that the same happened to me some years ago. I put my wallet on the roof of the car to get my kid into the car. I forgot the wallet and somewhere on my drive to Los Angeles it fell down. All important documents were included in the wallet. Someone found it and, I don’t know how, she found out my phone number and called me. At this time my Spanish was barely existing and she got someone one the phone who could speak English. We met at Ferreteria Vargas and I got everything back. She did not even want a reward but I insisted.

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I once lost my very expensive glasses on the bus from San Jose Sur. I spent the day looking and talking to the bus driver, etc. But, never found them. Months later I was walking in my neighborhood (San Jose Sur) and a man stopped me and said he had my glasses. I couldn’t believe it. They were at his house but he was on his way to work. When he came home and got off the bus he called me. We met up and I took him to his house and he actually had my glasses. How he even remembered me was amazing. Pura Vida!

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When we first moved here Pete went to the Coope to shop (I was in the states). A few days later I noticed on the bank statement the charge was over $200 ! In checking he said it should’ve been like $20. Nine years ago the only person we knew we could turn to was Pablo Arias. Off he and Pete went to the old store-sure enough they had $200 in an envelope in the register with his name on it. They had accidentally overcharged him and did not know how to reach him!
Only in Costa Rica!

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While shopping at the Escazu feria (farmers’ market), my wife, Jeni, noticed her purse was gone. She quickly retraced her steps through the market while I used FindMyPhone app to locate her phone and purse. I located her phone up the mountain in San Antonio, so we set out looking for it. As I approached the block where the phone was, I thought, this is stupid. If a criminal stole her purse, how am I going to confront them? Bust down their door? We met a friendly shop owner who called the police, and they arrived fairly quickly. More

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