It’s late but it’s not the last call

Stayed up late last night hanging out with Vanessa. Despite this, I am up very early this morning as I have given up trying to sleep. It is a fool's errand.

Yesterday was a boring condo cleaning day that turned into a debacle when the car's transmission headed south. As a result, we spent several hours dealing with towing and all the assorted crappiness that goes with that. Rob was nice enough to rescue us from Renton (thanks, Rob!) and I made it up here in time to go bowling.

Yes, for once in my life I was not to be denied access to a bowling alley because it was "league night". Instead, I would be partaking in the league of bowlers and shutting out the losers who were not as cool as I am. I met some of the other people on our team (The Six Pistols), and drank more PBR than I think I ever have in one night.



The team we were paired against (Team Zissou) totally kicked out asses by over 200 pins per game, but you know, we were having a good time. I even acquitted myself fairly well during the first game — a strike and two spares before rolling three (count em!) gutterballs in a row and breaking the ball returning thing.

Well, okay, I didn't break it. Technically, whoever was using the pink 8 lb. ball broke the machine, but I was the last person to bowl before we noticed it was broken down. We actually had to stop bowling for quite a bite while they pulled apart all the machinery on our lane.



That was pretty cool.

Due to the crazy strike-spare-spare action I had going on, I broke 100 for the very first time ever. It was sweet, and my score of 106 was right in the middle of our team's scores.



This did not really set up The Six Pistols to expect my "normal" bowling or "drunk" bowling, which was the road we were headed down. And I ended that game with the low low score of 80.



Later, there was DDR Extreme, of which I did not partake. I believe I may have been almost too drunk to walk, let alone coordinate with little flashing arrows of dance.



And then we decided we were too tired to go clubbing and retired home for a rousing night of stay up late and look at pictures of kittens on the internet. That wasn't the plan per se, but whatcha gonna do?