Relatively uneventful weekend, but boy is it strange to not waste Sunday afternoon on the couch watching football.
Went bowling at Fireside Bowl on Saturday night. If you want an old-school bowling joint, this is one of the few places left. Original plan was to go to Lincoln Square Lanes, but we got there and it was packed--no lanes open before 11, and this was just after 9.
I broke 100 all 3 games....104, 107 and 101. Aaron's girlfriend Sara struggled to break 80 the first 2 games, but then her Milwaukee bowling genes kicked in and she rolled a 140 in the last game, highest score anyone posted all night. The last time I bowled I was well over 130, so this must have been an off night. Then again, how many off nights can you have when you only go a few times a year?
One thing that bugged me--there were these little hipster kids at the lane next to us. You know the types...one of the guys was wearing a tight little red polo shirt and plaid pants on his scrawny frame, and the other guy had on a vintage Hawaiian shirt (yeah, it was pretty nice) and one of those rockabilly hats. They decided it would be fun to see how many balls they could cram into the ball return...and then take pictures of it. Yeah. Real winners indeed.
Had a messed up dream last night that Carson the Wonderdog was biting my foot and wouldn't let go, even after I whacked him with a clipboard a bunch of times. Strange days.
Went bowling at Fireside Bowl on Saturday night. If you want an old-school bowling joint, this is one of the few places left. Original plan was to go to Lincoln Square Lanes, but we got there and it was packed--no lanes open before 11, and this was just after 9.
I broke 100 all 3 games....104, 107 and 101. Aaron's girlfriend Sara struggled to break 80 the first 2 games, but then her Milwaukee bowling genes kicked in and she rolled a 140 in the last game, highest score anyone posted all night. The last time I bowled I was well over 130, so this must have been an off night. Then again, how many off nights can you have when you only go a few times a year?
One thing that bugged me--there were these little hipster kids at the lane next to us. You know the types...one of the guys was wearing a tight little red polo shirt and plaid pants on his scrawny frame, and the other guy had on a vintage Hawaiian shirt (yeah, it was pretty nice) and one of those rockabilly hats. They decided it would be fun to see how many balls they could cram into the ball return...and then take pictures of it. Yeah. Real winners indeed.
Had a messed up dream last night that Carson the Wonderdog was biting my foot and wouldn't let go, even after I whacked him with a clipboard a bunch of times. Strange days.
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