Birthday Boy the Midnight Bowler
Maybe it's just my preference, but major holidays have a tendency of absorbing nearby birthdays. I'm OK with that. After all, there is a good showing of family and food on Thanksgiving;nevermind the fact that the roving date intersects my birth date once in a blue moon. Ever since I can remember, I've celebrated in this way.
Perhaps it's because my birth date proceeds my Thanksgiving "birthday". Then again, maybe it's because there isn't much sense of having an all out celebration on Sunday night. Either way, I didn't make plans outside my holiday gathering. So, come Saturday night, my wife and I were twiddling our thumbs about how to spend the evening.
That was, until our neighbor Diana bursts through our kitchen door unnanounced. "Wanna go bowling?" she asks.
Bowling.
I have a huge disdain for bowling alleys. Does anyone seriously make plans to go bowling, or is it a fall-back plan when there is nothing else to do. People don't go bowling. They wind up at a bowling alley either through high school intramurals , a boy scout trip, or as some twist on the good old church outing. At least in my mind. I guess it goes as an unrelated detail that my parents belonged to a bowling league and had a blast with their friends.
Saturday night. The eve of my birthday. Nothing to do. Those weren't the reasons I said "yes". Rather, it was the idea that Diana had convinced several other groups to go out as well. Anything can be made fun when you go out with the right group of friends. It's not the activity. It's the social aspect. My parents were proof of this.
I was birthday boy, the midnight bowler . It's funny to mention that I rolled highest game twice in a row. Who knew.
A couple of beers. A couple of strikes. A couple of friends.
It was a good time. Though, I don't expect to go back bowling anytime soon.
Perhaps it's because my birth date proceeds my Thanksgiving "birthday". Then again, maybe it's because there isn't much sense of having an all out celebration on Sunday night. Either way, I didn't make plans outside my holiday gathering. So, come Saturday night, my wife and I were twiddling our thumbs about how to spend the evening.
That was, until our neighbor Diana bursts through our kitchen door unnanounced. "Wanna go bowling?" she asks.Bowling.
I have a huge disdain for bowling alleys. Does anyone seriously make plans to go bowling, or is it a fall-back plan when there is nothing else to do. People don't go bowling. They wind up at a bowling alley either through high school intramurals , a boy scout trip, or as some twist on the good old church outing. At least in my mind. I guess it goes as an unrelated detail that my parents belonged to a bowling league and had a blast with their friends.
Saturday night. The eve of my birthday. Nothing to do. Those weren't the reasons I said "yes". Rather, it was the idea that Diana had convinced several other groups to go out as well. Anything can be made fun when you go out with the right group of friends. It's not the activity. It's the social aspect. My parents were proof of this.
I was birthday boy, the midnight bowler . It's funny to mention that I rolled highest game twice in a row. Who knew.
A couple of beers. A couple of strikes. A couple of friends.
It was a good time. Though, I don't expect to go back bowling anytime soon.
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