Tuesday, May 31, 2005

a view from lane 32 Here I am at the local bowling alley on Sunday, looking like a fourteen year old gremlin. Since we (me, Rachel and Mariel) were the first to sign up for a lane after this big tournament of old fat people ended, they gave us the very farthest lane of the building (lane 32). The only problem with this is that I was a good eigth of a mile from the bar--where the lines of perspective converge in the picture to the right.  Since I tend to chug beers in about three minutes (and I always have to have a cold beer in hand in a bowling alley) I had to speed walk several kilometers up and down the psychedelic bowling carpet to keep my beer buzz going.  (I'm writing this with a brain that is only 52% working right now). I guess I could have gotten a pitcher, but, you know, it just seems a little odd to order a pitcher for one person, namely myself. 7:07:23 PM    comment [] Here are some of my bowling fashion and accessories: 1) day-glow, Ronald McDonald footwear 2) puke swirl bowling ball 3) radical 1980s wall to wall carpeting 7:04:53 PM    comment []

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