I think we always knew, but wanted to try on our own. In the end, we gave in and admitted there was only one way to break the impenetrable seal of SMA society.
And as it turns out, for a game that relies 100% on luck, we were both pretty skilled. We won a total of three times and that isn't counting the time I yelled out "Bingo!" at the beginning of the night when the objective was to fill up the entire card (a point I missed) and the moderator responded expertly, "I doubt it, honey."
After this happened, Spencer looked down at his beer and pretended not to know me. I made up for it several turns later by winning a gift card to a pizza place that everyone around us exclaimed to be "the best, the very best!" The owner of the bar walked by and whispered "I'm glad you won." He was presumably equally embarrassed for me, and who doesn't love an underdog?
Gringo Bingo is hosted every Monday at Milagro, a bar that plays old (really old) music videos and apparently has a secret happy hour that includes a bunch of free small dishes (enchiladas!) when you order drinks. The cost is 100 pesos for 10 cards and all of the proceeds go to three different local charities. I will obviously be back every Monday, wearing my lucky pants and thinking loving thoughts about the bingo wheel. Because that totally works.