Nothing starts a great bowling experience off like running into some dicey characters in the parking lot.
"No, you cannot use my cell phone."
"No, I do not know where you parked your El Camino."
"Well, fuck you too."
Now I was really ready for a pitcher of beer and a double shot of Cuervo. Sunday night at 8:00, all games and shoes are a paltry $2! Fantastic. And quite simply I cannot bowl without alcohol. It's like some people with karaoke. Of course each time I fell on my ass (and it was frequently) I blamed the slippery floor. It COULDN'T be that third pitcher! I don't know what the drink prices are there, but I ran up a serious $100 bar tab....OMG....WTF??!! Dysfuncional, Sagitarriun spender that I am...I didn't even care. The glee of bowling overwhelmed my rational reasoning skills. Although my reasoning skill did kick in when I decided to return the shoes and not run out the door with them still attached to my feet. All said, the bartender and the "shoe" man were awesome. League anyone?