I think the next time someone suggests that we go bowling I’m going to need to pass. My right leg is killing me, and my right arm isn’t doing much better. I really didn’t want to get out of bed this morning %)<\/p>\n
I hung out with I had fun, but bowling alley people are a strange sort. There were a couple young, skinny girls (probably 12 and 14) and a young boy (10 or 12?) in the lane next to us, they were pretty annoying, and I couldn’t believe how the girls where dressed. Both in tiny t-shirts and shorts, one of them with a shirt that said “Jesus is my Homeboy” *rolls eyes* Well, if I ever have a daughter she’s not going out the door wearing so little, at least not when she’s 12! I don’t care how hot it is outside!<\/p>\n Then there was the group down a few lanes that was very loud. “Think they had a few drinks?” Nita grinned and said. Yah, I’d say so.<\/p>\n And you can’t forget the bowlers that take it all very seriously and believe that mistakes they make are always the fault of the person in the next lane, or a slippery spot on the floor, or a loud noise, or simply the laws of physics hating them for a moment (using sarcasm? who me? *grin*).<\/p>\n Anyway, I predictably did the worst out of everyone when all the games were added, didn’t matter much though, I am not a terribly competitive person when it comes to something like bowling. Especially when two of the people I was playing against owned their own shoes and balls %) I was just there to hang out with friends.<\/p>\n