The Underground Rebel Bingo Club is a society with chapters around the globe—spanning New York to Beijing—that has reinvented bingo. Doing away with the prudish, antiquated game of geriatrics everywhere, the folks over at Rebel Bingo have created a wild and covertly operated alternative. The allure lies in the stealthy nature of this beast: cropping up in a multitude of discreet locales, bamboozling the public with fabricated cover stories, and offering a unique strain of saucy madness.
The devil is in the details, or in this case, the lack thereof. The foundation of Rebel Bingo rests upon the exclusive nature of its occurrence. Locations are not revealed unless tickets are purchased, and even then, not until a few days prior to the event—all in an effort to preserve its “underground” roots. The key, of course, is to be in the know, purchase an early ticket, and brace one’s self for the maelstrom of awesome that is Rebel Bingo.
By now one may be pondering what makes this bingo so rebellious? Friends, that is an answer best experienced in person, for words fail to capture the sui generis nature of this movement. For example, how can one possibly describe the feverish atmosphere that greets one upon entering a venue advertising a “sweet sixteen” as the night’s festivities? Furthermore, how can you truly capture the joy one feels when equipped with the evening’s tools (bingo sheets and magic markers)? And it’s truly impossible to render the controlled chaos of the actual bingo game: a theatrical endeavor chock full of witty commentary, scantily, costume-clad “number girls," and the equally explicit delivery of said numbers! Far too filthy to repeat here, imagine varying rhymes of sexual degradation and general mayhem coupled with the pulling of numbers such as “23, 69, and 32”—unsanitary!
And that is merely the bingo portion of the evening, which lasts only a few hours at most. To call what happens afterwards “bedlam” is euphemistic. Whether before, during, or after the “bingo show”—magic markers are in constant use—typically decorating unsuspecting attendees in varying degrees of design. A token evening will likely find one sporting a hot pair of whiskers and a medley of phalluses on (or around) your face. Now how could one possibly elucidate the rapturous chaos created by blistering tunes (varying sounds of electro, dub, potpourri), heavily marked-up and gyrating denizens, and surplus alcohol copiously flowing? It’s a recipe for greatness best experienced in person!
One can’t claim they’ve truly lived until surviving an evening of Rebel Bingo. Fortunately, there’s two more gatherings happening in NYC on April 13th and 28th— check here for tix, and brace yourself for a magical evening of madness and mayhem!