Does Anyone Know How To Play Bunco?

Bunco, that game that rests on the shelves of Bed, Bath & Beyond waiting to be purchased by people who  need a quick gift fix; bunco, that game played by women who delight in embodying a female stereotype by drinking wine, discussing shoes, and partaking in a game housed in a pink box; bunco, that game I will be playing tomorrow night.

Good God, Texas, I didn't see this one coming.

Cheryl, my friendly neighbor who I've never met, called me last week because she needed a Bunco sub for the community game.  Lucky for me, the neighborhood directory was freshly printed and my cell was listed with a pink asterisk that read, "fresh Bunco meat."

I thought I could easily get out of Bunco by telling her my husband wouldn't be home in time for me to make the game, but Cheryl had thought of everything.

"Well, you must have the wrong date.  I accidentally called your husband first and he said you'd LOVE to join us."

"Well now, did he?" I said my pitch rising as I catalogued ways to beat my husband.

Fearing a house egging by the drunk-o Bunco gals, I accepted.

Upon my husband's arrival at the homestead he assured me he only suggested Cheryl call me and told her I'd love to meet the neighbors.  She translated that into a rousing interest in Bunco.  Oh Cheryl, your call to him was no accident, was it?

I am playing Bunco tomorrow night.  Does anyone know how?