It was a nice change of pace from our usual evenings--movies, games, computers--in that it challenged our coordination and strength more than our minds. Actually, that would be pretty cool: controlling a bowling ball with my mind. Maybe I could even break 100!
"I’d sit cross-legged in the box, filtering the sand over and over again through an old spaghetti strainer, getting rid of the sticks and leaves that had fallen, until it was almost as fine as right after he poured the sand from the bag. That was perfect sand."
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Gutter Balls
My boyfriend and I went bowling tonight, just the two of us. We showed up at a crowded bolling alley to find dozens of disappointed Bengals fans (we lost; it was lopsided). A lane was available only after a twenty minute wait. Now, we had never bowled together, so neither knew what to expect. I'm proud to report that I won the first game, with a grand total of 71 points. I lost the second game, even though I got 76 points--my boyfriend got almost twice as many points.
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Next time you go bowling, you should take my little guy. There are few things more entertaining than a three-year-old bowling. :)
Hee, I bet! I told my grandma my score, she (to whom I can usually do no wrong) said, "That's pathetic!" I bet at 90 yrs old she could still get a better score than I could...
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