3.13.2004

a couple of sunday's ago, i made plans with jared (mostly to celebrate his birthday) and a group of people from the opera to go bowling. the only place that had open bowling in the mid day was a casino out in espanola. . . . but what fun that would be? right?

so we all showed up and started bowling.. . . .man, i suck. i mean, i remember i used to break a hundred on each game. . . . on my first game i barely broke 50! and the game is all set up weird. there's electronic scoring, and when you gutterball, the screen mocks you by thanking you for 'cleaning the gutters, but it is unnecessary since we get that done once a week by a professional.'---can you tell that i'm bitter? i got that one a few too many times.

man, i remember when a cute college guy in the lane over remarked that i had a really great curve to my 'toss' ( i use the word toss here, since i don't know what you call it when you roll the ball down the lane, is there a technical term?). my friend at the time was trying to flirt with him, which i thought was lame since we were having a girly night out. . .. but i was pleased when he paid more attention to my ball curning then her lameass attemts for attention. anyway. . . . bowling was a normal part of my weekends as a highschooler. erika, dan, and i (and when my brother came along, it was 2 erika's and 2 dan's--kinda weird, huh?) would set up for bowling almost every weekend, especially in the winter when the drive-in double movie wasn't running. once, dan walked out with his bowling shoes still on, and didn't realize till we stopped to get sodas at the grocery. and this whole electronic scoring this is a jip. exactly why did we spend so much time in highschool learning the details of scoring a bowling game in gym class, if it was going to be taken over by a malicious machine. . . . and how does one cheat now to get free games!?

ahhh. . . those were the days, of driving through a college town freaking unsuspecting people out by blasting fraggle rock and muppet tunes in my friend's car, and instead of yelling our school pride or snide remarks to non-coltonians.. . . we'd yell, "big bird rules" at the top of our lungs. . . . and i didn't suck at bowling. . . . guess i should practice more.

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