Bowling

Caesar and I bowled last night, thanks to a free 8-person bowling party won by our friend MM. I used to bowl in a league many years ago, but hadn't hefted one of those urethane balls in quite a while so let's just say my game was off. The first three frames, I managed three spares in a row, but failed to pick up remaining pins in the next few. At least I eked over the 100 mark by the game's end. The second game was much worse with more gutter balls than I'd care to admit. Caesar enjoyed himself, and we all devoured the appetizers: chicken nuggets, nachos, onion rings, mac & cheese nuggets, focaccia bread with two garlicy cheeses, broiled chicken skewers.

Maybe my overstuffed stomach was why my game suffered. It's not easy to bowl when you're belly feels as big around as the ball.

Ostensibly, we were invited to bowl and to celebrate MM's birthday (with an incredibly rich chocolate mousse cake). But, of course, she had ulterior motives: introducing her new beau to her gay best friend and his partner to gauge his reaction. He passed the test as far as I was concerned. A nice lawyer who really seemed attached to MM in a very positive way. They kissed and hugged and cheered each other on after every roll of the bowling ball. They looked good together.

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In other news, I decided to try Twitter. Because everyone else seems to be doing it. If you would like to follow me, I'm @mrgregoc.