It's My Party and I'll Cry If I Want To

So who knew that bowling was the IN thing this year? We had a break between performances this afternoon and decided to go bowling (after dinner and a few adult beverages, of course). Much to our astonishment, at 6:15pm the place was packed. Apparently it is THE place to have a birthday party if you are 12 years old. Every lane has bumpers on it, and there are tables full of sliders and fries all over the place. The place is the Chuck E Cheese of the new generation.

Don't get me wrong. I love to bowl. Not that I am any good. I'm usually happy just to break 100. But bowling, for me, usually involves lots of beer. Hell, I'd do a funnel if they had one there. That's how serious I am about my bowling. I just can't get into it with a couple hundred little Mileys & Biebers running around. When I bowl (and drink) I curse like a sailor. I can only imagine the looks I'd get from some of these parents if I dropped the f-bomb because I got a gutter ball. Or if I happened to comment on the hottie in tight jeans a few lanes over. I'm not sure whether or not to bust out in a rousing chorus of some teeny bopper song or throw back a few beers and put on a show (as a few people in our party did, but that's another story).

Now, if anyone needs me, I'll be asking that man who painted on his jeans. I mean, who doesn't love a man who knows how handle big....balls?