AaooooooooGAH!
Rock’N’Bowl, baybeeez!
As expected, it was a good time. I went in knowing full well that we would own the place, and we did. Well, that might have had something to do with the fact that aside from employees we were the oldest bunch in there. Seriously, if you’re 14-18 there CAN’T be a better place to pick up. DAAYUM!
Poor Dub-A, struggling with my professed continuing and hobby-esque desire for a 17 year old. Poor guy. He knows better, and yet he still can’t help himself from believing it, just a little.
So we went bowling. And it was good times. Little Julia wanted to know if we’d be there next week. I said, “Honey, if we went two weeks in a row- that would be a LIFESTYLE.” So yeah… no. But it was undeniably good times.
Actually, if jesteR has his way we WILL be there next week. It’s like ballroom dancing: if you can get past the stigma, it’s actually kinda fun. *ballroom dancing not to be confused with square dancing, which is an abomination unto the Earth, only matched by the infernal darkness of country music. **Shania Twain, as always, excepted. ***As long as she’s wearing those outfits.
Anyway, good times. But, ladies and gentlemen, that’s not all! After parting company with Dub-A, Evgenya, jesteR, Nick, Lola, eDave, Gavin, Greg, his lady love whose name escapes me in my drunkenness [Sarah, thanks jesteR], the rest of the mahd crew, and Cara-whom-I-don’t-see-enough-of-but-that’s-prolly-for-the-best… gurton and I went to Sopranos Karaoke Bar. Yikes. I guess once you’ve gone bowling, there really is no limit to the depths you might descend.
No lie. The MC for the Lingerie Contest (yes, really) actually exhorted us, on the mike, to “tell everyone to believe the rumours, we really aren’t all that bad.” Really. Come now. Who would believe that? Christ, man. It’s a karaoke bar with a Wednesday night lingerie contest. All class, all the time.
But I point out the obvious.
I’m really glad places like that exist, just like I’m glad we have bowling. I won’t go into the whys and wherefores, because I don’t think I need to. *grin*
Bowling was fun. I didn’t come in last. I don’t suck at rank-amateur bowling. A word of advice- you do better when you pay attention to where you’re flinging the ball. I was usually more concerned with how long I’d been without my pint. Apparently they don’t allow you to bowl with a pint in one hand and the ball in the other. Who knew? Well, I did my best to play the role in which I’d been cast.
K, bedtime. One likes to entertain the fantasy that one will wake up on time tomorrow. It would reeeely be funny to get fired because I was out late bowling. HAhahahahahhaaa!
Holy SHIT was that ever funtimes.
I should get ready for work, now. Heh heh.
(And Greg’s girlfriend’s name is Sarah) :)
COMMENT:
That was indeed goodtimes. :)
Yeah, she was keeeyoot! Pity she kicked us out before we could hear her sing. I think my big mistake was suggesting she buy a round. Meh. Julia! Come sing for us! And dance a little bit like that Nicole Kidman shimmy thing you had goin’ on! Woowoo! *grin*
I believe the actual quote of the elderly MC was, “…and tell somebody it isn’t actually THAT bad down here for this.” Mad marketing.
That was just before we were asked to leave.
NO really. We were, from Doe eyed Julia. Not what you think, she was feeling bad for us. She thought we were there just for her. Well she wasn’t totally wrong.