Everything on this blog has been baby, baby, baby lately but it's time to get back to the other important things in life. Like bowling!
Mr. Will, baby, and I wandered down to our local bowling alley last night. We've been talking about going for the 2+ years we've been here, but you know how it goes. Entertainment options get a bit narrow with baby in tow and a bowling alley on a Friday night at 5 pm is oddly quiet and inviting. A beer, some french fries, perfection.
Who knew that Canadian bowling is not American bowling? Five small pins, a much smaller ball, a crazy scoring system that I don't really get. I like it because, let's be honest, those giant 10-pin bowling balls sort of intimidate me. I've dropped one behind me en route to the lane far too many times. Will and I played two games and he bested me both times. However, you will see in the scoring that at one point in the game we were tied; this frame was followed by Will getting his second strike and a bit of choking on my part. Given that the high-score for five-pin bowling is 450, you will also see that we were both quite terrible at this game. (I also want to make sure everyone knows that even though Will can beat me at bowling, I am the reigning foosball champion in our household).
5 comments:
Very funny; and she is completely adorable! I hope there's a rematch in your future. :)
I know this post is about other important things besides the baby . . . but the baby kind of is the best part of the post. Well, the cutest part, anyway, although the two of you look pretty cute, frankly.
I know what you mean about the big American bowling ball--so! heavy! I want the perfect bowling ball--light enough to be heftable and non-wrist-straining (esp. important, given how much time I spend on a laptop keyboard, alas), heavy enough to knock those pins halfway into tomorrow. So far, this ball has not been found. Although I haven't actually been working on finding it all that hard.
who knew.
Candle pin bowling!
And this is a Northeast thing...not particularly a Canadian thing--despite what most Otarians and Quebequios think, they are a part of New England. That doesn't go down well with the Quebequios, of course.
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