Last night Paul, Kristen, Jake and I all piled up into Paul’s cousin’s car and went bowling. Lesley ended up showing up as well which always guarantees a good time. I’m pretty indifferent about bowling. Sometimes I hate it and sometimes I love it.

My grandparents were big bowlers and for that reason I hate it. They used to drag my brother and I to the very bowling alley we were at last night a few times a week. We would be stuck there until at least 2 or 3 am, and if I remember correctly I was in third or fourth grade. My grandfather would give us 2 dollars apiece to play games with and my brother usually spent his way before I did mine. He would play games in the “gameroom” and I usually bought candy or a coke… and tried to make my food last as long as possible.

The bowling alley wasn’t anything near what it used to be, not that it was originally much… but it seemed a lot livlier back then. The eating area where Eric and I used to sleep after we were broke and bored has been turned into some sort of kitchen area to make food that they don’t even serve.

An image that has been burned into my brain is being able to look out at the lanes and see my ugly, gargantuan, bitch of a grandmother watching us from across the bowling alley. I really, really hated her.

No… really.