Bowling Party

So, Sunday night was the annual gathering of monkeys at the local bowling alley. Oh wait, no, those would be lunatic McDonalds employees gathered at the bowling alley. Every year, the owner and store manager hosts a bowling party for the employees, but this is the first one that we’ve attended, since it’s the first one that I knew about ahead of time so that we could attend.

Here’s the thing, though. I don’t bowl. Ever. It was my grandmother’s thing and honestly? Last night was the first time I’ve set foot in the bowling alley since 1994. That was with my friend Brian to reserve lanes for the next night for him and his date. Before that, it was to watch my grandmother bowl in a league. There are a few other pictures, but I am not sharing. Sorry. I don’t want to share pictures of his co-workers without their knowledge. I had a set printed at CVS to give to them. I know bitching will ensue, however, because I didn’t get any pictures of the ‘cool group’ down at the far end of the lanes. I should just give them the blackmail images (store manager and store owner) and call it good.

It was an interesting evening, left me with a lot of insight into myself and the world around me. Rob wants to bowl more. Meh. We’ll see.