A Bowling Party!!!
With a title like this, one can assume that disaster is sure to strike (HAHA! Get it?? Strike??? BOWLING????). I was invited to a glow/bingo bowling tournament as part of my friend Jeanette’s birthday party (Jeanette is a code name for her so as to protect her secret identity…she really is a superhero and wears tights, pigtails and a cape at night, and pretends to fly around!).
So the night started out with us breaking up into three teams of four. We began with bingo bowling. I think bingo bowling is for me because for someone to strike out so many times, only to get one or two pins meant that I actually helped my team. Now if it was a game of who get the lowest score wins, then we would have won, courtesy of moi! In other words, I really suck at bowling!!
After we got thoroughly spanked by the other teams, we went on to play a rather strange game of bowling where we were given instructions, like bowling ‘granny style’ (which I must say really worked for me!), and ‘bowl on one foot’ etc. Thanks to the granny style, I actually came second in my team! So now, this has become my chosen bowling technique. I would stand straddling the fowl line, and bowl between my legs…in reverse no less!!
After bowling, we all retired to Jeanette’s house where, upon arrival, were told we could not come in! Now what kind of host is she to not invite her guests in??? We were allowed to enter one at a time. We all had to play a game of ‘identify the household item’. I think I won that game because I did it under 6 seconds. Let’s see… There was a shoe, a box of tissues, a boombox, Jeanette’s sister, and an orange. I am sure all of these appliances serve very good purposes. I was a bit shocked to learn that THERE WAS NO PRIZE!!! What a let-down!!
Anywho, we had a wonderful time. There was plenty of chocolate, which once it kept coming, I was in a permanent state of glee! The one thing of interest is that Rita (who secretly likes to wear ballet slippers and ‘zwiddle’ desperately on point) kept trying to hold me down. There is a precarious picture of her wrestling me to the ground. she is a strong and determined sort of woman who always gets her man, one way or the other! We all played a little name game that involved being beaten if we could not remember the name of another in the room fast enough. Linde was the star of this game! She begged for opportunities to get in the middle so that she would clobber me thoroughly. At this point of the evening, I was fully out of it (euphoria/glee overload).
Overall, it was a great evening. I love it when we all get together and just spend time with eachother. And, no one tried to tenderize or eat me!!! Thank you for resisting!! We do not see enough of eachother and we need to fix that. I even have a moral to this whole story:
“Women are always right especially when they are not. There are painful consequences to challenging that! Yes, Rita, I learned my lesson.”
Moi
