Bowling
Every year my school district holds a "Bowl Your Winter Blahs Away" bowling event. This year was no exception. Now, I hadn't bowled in quite some time, so, I wasn't expecting to just pick up a ball and start burning up the lanes with it. Usually, I have a difficult time finding a suitable ball to bowl with in the first place (first rule of bowling--blame it on the ball),but this time I managed to find a bowling ball of an adequate weight with large enough holes for my knuckles to slide through easily. Then, once my ball was in hand (get your minds out of the gutters folks) and my ugly shoes were on my feet, I was prepared to do battle.
We had enough people signed up for 3 lanes of bowling. Of course a handful of those people backed out at the last minute for one reason or another, so we had some spousal and children subs. So now, "Janice" was no longer a 5'2 African-American woman, but a 5'9 white guy and so forth.
We managed to get a primo bowling spot this year. Right behind our lanes was the BAR (second rule of bowling--always drink, so that you can blame it on the alcohol as well as the ball) which I immediately began to frequent. Bowling and Captain Morgan's & Coke, not a bad way to spend a few hours. I almost felt like standing around with my leg perched on something like in those Captain Morgan's commercials (no I didn't).
My first game I at least broke 100 garnering a whopping 111. The second game I bowled a 114. I started to ease off the drinking, since I had to drive and my colleagues had begun scaring me with the horror stories from year's past. Aparrently a woman a couple years back had started out the night all happy and clapping and having a good time, however, as the night wore on she just sorta disappeared. Turns out she'd drank just a bit too much and spent the third game slumped over in the women's bathroom, where she'd filled the sink up with vomit. (Bleh!!) At the end of the night they placed her, knealing backwards on an vinyl upholstered chair and wheeled her out the door to the car. As she was being wheeled past one of her colleagued announced "Yep, there goes our kindergarten teacher."
Not wanting to wind up the star of my own bowling anecdotal story, I finished my drink and decided against getting another, until I ran into an old college friend and she insisted that she buy me a drink---because she didn't want to go up to the bar and just get one for herself. Being the good guy I am, I accepted and downed another Captain & Coke. I really needed to make a more conscious effort to focus my attention now, but my bowling managed to improve. I ended the night with a 135 for my third game and had no problems driving home.
We had enough people signed up for 3 lanes of bowling. Of course a handful of those people backed out at the last minute for one reason or another, so we had some spousal and children subs. So now, "Janice" was no longer a 5'2 African-American woman, but a 5'9 white guy and so forth.
We managed to get a primo bowling spot this year. Right behind our lanes was the BAR (second rule of bowling--always drink, so that you can blame it on the alcohol as well as the ball) which I immediately began to frequent. Bowling and Captain Morgan's & Coke, not a bad way to spend a few hours. I almost felt like standing around with my leg perched on something like in those Captain Morgan's commercials (no I didn't).
My first game I at least broke 100 garnering a whopping 111. The second game I bowled a 114. I started to ease off the drinking, since I had to drive and my colleagues had begun scaring me with the horror stories from year's past. Aparrently a woman a couple years back had started out the night all happy and clapping and having a good time, however, as the night wore on she just sorta disappeared. Turns out she'd drank just a bit too much and spent the third game slumped over in the women's bathroom, where she'd filled the sink up with vomit. (Bleh!!) At the end of the night they placed her, knealing backwards on an vinyl upholstered chair and wheeled her out the door to the car. As she was being wheeled past one of her colleagued announced "Yep, there goes our kindergarten teacher."
Not wanting to wind up the star of my own bowling anecdotal story, I finished my drink and decided against getting another, until I ran into an old college friend and she insisted that she buy me a drink---because she didn't want to go up to the bar and just get one for herself. Being the good guy I am, I accepted and downed another Captain & Coke. I really needed to make a more conscious effort to focus my attention now, but my bowling managed to improve. I ended the night with a 135 for my third game and had no problems driving home.
posted by Chris at 8:18 AM
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