My Bowling Ball Smells Like Purple!

Ever since we decided to play in the Fall League, I thought that I needed to prove that I was committed to improving my game and not be dead weight for the team, therefore, the purchase of a new ball. We asked Ted to see which ball would work well in this particular house and he recommended the Tropical Storm brand. So, I chose this one because I thought it was pretty. When I picked it up a week later to get it drilled, Ted told me to smell it. It like grapes! Total bonus! Not only does it look pretty, it smells pretty, too! The rest of the team is so jealous! I am now ready to kick some ass!

Hos Before Bros!

Girls at the Melting Pot

As everyone knows, I bowl on Wednesday nights with Brandon, Andrew and Bob but I was presented with an offer I could not refuse: a “Girls Night Out” at the Melting Pot. I couldn’t let the boys down so I prebowled on Monday night so I could be free tonight. Katie and Kim came by to pick Monika and me up. The menu: spinach and artichoke cheese dip, a refreshing light salad, an entree that had sirloin steak, chicken, tuna, ravioli and various vegetables and a coconut rum chocolate fondue for dessert. All of these were not on the normal menu, just made special for the Girls Night Out. It worked out perfectly because certain people didn’t like certain items and we would trade. I took all of Monika’s tuna and she took my beef and chicken. We all gave Monika the mushrooms and she gave me her portion of her potatoes. As much as I love bowling with the guys, I’m thinking it was worth it to skip out this one time.

Just a few pictures documenting the event. So, same time, same place next month, girls?

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Storm, What Storm?

Oh wait…you’re talking about THAT storm on Wednesday. The one that shut down the bowling alley fifteen minutes into league play, the one blew St. Louis back to the Stone Age, the one that caused our puppy to freak out and shed a whole new animal. We had no idea it was going to storm that night when we left the house to attend our weekly bowling league until the power went out and the owner told us that there were 100 mile wind gusts. So we came home to no power and a scared Kuma. I have to say, we were one of the lucky ones. We really didn’t have any tree damage (only a couple of limbs fell) and the power was back on around 3 in the morning. My parents, on the other hand, still have no power and will not stay over because they are stubborn. Damn parents, don’t they know that the children are always right?

Is She Still There?

I’ve learned my lesson. The moment that you give any sort of attention to a child, he or she will latch onto you like a leech and suck the living soul out of you. Okay, slight exaggeration, not all kids will suck out your soul, only some. Example: Chelsea, the six-year-old alley rat that I was nice to WILL NOT LEAVE ME ALONE! Ever since that first meeting, she tracks me down every week. It has gotten to the point where I now ignore her. Brandon and Andrew now warn me each time she comes around and I try to think of ways to avoid her. I don’t want to be mean to her but she is that annoying little fly that keeps buzzing around that you want to squash. What do I do? Remember, I don’t do well with confrontation, even if she is a little girl.

The Return of the Rushmore Academy Bowling Club!

Fuck yeah! All you pretenders had best step back! The RABC is in Full Effect! Taking seven of seven points from the league’s point leaders, these full blooded members of the Brooklyn Zoo return to the realm of winning.

Truth be said, we bowled our asses off tonight. Next week, we will not be so lucky, as our averages will rise, much like the temperature when we enter the alley.

RPRZNT!!!