...nor have I ever been, a good bowler.
To give you an indicator of how much bowling I do, the last time I went bowling, this was a side-effect
-- notice the date. As a general rule, I bowl an average of once in any given 5-year period, not because I am averse to it, but because I'm not, er, verse to it enough to do all the necessary go-to-the-alley-and-rent-the-shoesing required. As such, I approach ten frames of bowling with the attitude that if I manage to break 12 points by the end, I consider it a success.
On that footing, I had a very good evening, getting 84/99/92 over the course of three games and sustaining only minor injuries. I would guess that I was neither helped, nor particularly hindered by the fact that Saturday night is "shrill and repetitive thumpa-thumpa music and disco lights in your face" night. I was a bit
hindered by the butterflies in the alley next to us who would sit around talking (or whatever they were doing) for several minutes, then suddenly one of them would remember that it was their turn and they'd run up and fire off a ball without the slightest regard for the fact that their neighbors were lining up for a shot. (laurie_robey
informs me that the female butterflies were barefoot as well, which makes me wonder why the manager didn't have a few words with them.) In particular, one of the butterflies came flying up into my peripheral vision while I was approaching for a shot, causing me to abort, twist my knee, and get 3 points for that frame. I would guess that if that hadn't happened, the 99 game would have broken 100.
Ah well, it was a fun night anyhow. We had been trying to arrange Dungeons and Dragons
, but camstone
went off to the Scottish Games and sirfox
decided to sit the evening out; maybe we can do D&D
next weekend instead.
Drawing is going to be an adventure tomorrow, tho, I can tell you that much. I expect my thumb in particular to write me a scathing letter of rebuke overnight.