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Joy Hour BingOh at the Hi-Ho Lounge New Orleans

The Hi-Ho Lounge Presents:

Sexy BingOh!

BingOh! is a monthly adults only game night hosted by Geneva Joy! IT’S BINGO FOR SEX TOYS PEOPLE!!!

At 6pm the BingOh! games start. You can win amazing prizes like free drinks, event tickets and SEX TOYS just for playing along with our sexy games.

We mix it up with comedy sets between the game rounds. Featuring some of the best comics in New Orleans!

Delicious Tacos are available from Tacos de Liberation!

Admission is free!

FAQs

How much are the bingo cards?
FREE! When you buy a drink!!! BingOh! is a comedy game night. We play several games through the night and all of them are free! But you should be drinking and eating and tipping!

Do I have to wear a costume?
No, But it would be super fun if you did.

When should I arrive by?
The show starts 6! We suggest you arrive before then to get your seats and order food. Seating is limited arrive before the show to get the best seats! Yeah we know it’s early and it’s a work night but come up with a good excuse and leave early. OR we play till 9pm so come whenever!

You give away Sex Toys? Will there also be a bunch of hilarious, inappropriate and naughty jokes?
Yes.

Nudity?
No. (sad face)

Tell me more about this Host?
Geneva Joy is insanely funny! Not to mention intoxicatingly beautiful. Yet humble.

I am a Tall, Single, Black man who is gainfully employed with good hygiene and I enjoy dressing in costumes. I am also really in to funny, loud, bold, super curvy women. Do I get a prize?
Maybe! Walking in the door with an extra drink in your hand for Geneva won’t hurt!

Should I bring bribes, I mean tip money?
Hell’s Yeah!

Are there ID or minimum age requirements to enter the event?

21

What are my transportation/parking options for getting to and from the event?
We suggest you get a ride because the Drinks are flowing at Hi-ho!
If not there is plenty of street parking available

Do I have to bring my printed ticket to the event?
No

Is my registration fee or ticket transferable?
sure.

A native of New Orleans, who left her beloved New Orleans to spend twenty years of living in the land of Minnesota Not So Nice. Minnesota was full of opportunities but would learn that the soul of the state and the people who made it was just as icy cold as the temperatures. After the years and my 40th birthday flew by, I decided it was time to pack up my youngest child and come back to my roots, my birthplace the city that not only birthed me but gave me life. I would not be who I am without my New Orleans beginnings. I am all things that would challenge the belief of growing up in New Orleans. I was a 16yr old teen mother of a premature baby born with a severe medical disability. And only With the help of my mother, was it possible for me to BE! I was able to endure and survive the obstacles laid before my child and me. In a city that was built by my family, but did not allow for us to reap the benefits I overcame. Charity Hospital was my second home — a building filled with miracle workers who made it possible for my daughter to have life. I have lived a life of rainy days with peeks of sunshine, that are my children, including those not of my womb. I'm the proud mother of three and a grandmother of three. My dream was to live the life of the nursery rhyme of ”The Old Lady Who lived in a shoe,” and for the most part, I did. I cared for several children over the years as a special needs foster parent. I would learn that my love was not enough for some children, but I loved them through their pain. I'm not sure if I ever had a case of true love or came close to what love looks like on television, but I had my share of men and the mirage of love. I survived two abusive marriages. Though I longed to return to New Orleans on a daily bases, I must admit my move was one of the best decisions made for me. I am a college graduate; I was a successful entrepreneur. I coowned a soul food restaurant and catering company in Minnesota for 12 years. I developed the talent of creating custom cakes after the murder of my beloved cousin Melvin Paul. He survived Katrina only to go to Minneapolis six months later to be murdered over a parking spot dispute. But with the challenge of creating a simple wedding cake, I was able to find healing. I created the House of Cakes in honor of him. Minnesota life had me pretty materialistic. I worked to the point I do not remember much, but work and handing my children love money. I thought by having the big house on the hill, a husband, having a family, the ultimate provider and being involved in all things that matter, plus having the funds to match would cure me of what I was told was a generational curse of lack of everything from money, love to even self-love. But for the most part, that life poisoned my heart and soul. I was blinded by visions fed to me by the media. I was told I wasn't anything unless I was better than the Jones's. I lived being ok with a broken, bleeding heart. Life like this did not exist in my family while living in New Orleans from what I viewed with my eyes and soul. We may not have had all the things I acquired over the years, but we were happy, we were together. Family outside of New Orleans wasn't family anymore. We lived separate lives and had awkward moments when we bumped into each other in public. I hated living in Minnesota even though life their helped me in so many ways. I felt deep down the only way to repair it was to get back to my roots, my soul, my home, myself, my New Orleans. I'm here, and I love it. Even being in the so-called Blighted Area of New Orleans and not having all the financial and material security, I'm happy. I am determined that She, yes, New Orleans is a woman is just like me; together, we will overcome and will rise from all that tried to kill our spirit. Nothing like starting from the bottom and making your way back up!. I just know in my heart that New Orleans will provide for me. There's a bank account with funds in it owed to me by way of back pay for my ancestors. And I will receive my inheritance, and I will continue the traditions and customs of the old to keep the heartbeat of New Orleans beating. I'm down in the boot, living the life that feels right to me awaiting my destiny...

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