Hilary's B-Day Bowling

Last Tuesday was Hilary's birthday so we all went out on Friday to celebrate with some bowling in Eureka. It's been awhile since I've rolled and to put it in bowlers terms, "I couldn't hit my mark." The sport hasn't changed at all since my younger years of league play; still roll a ball down an alley and try and knock all the pins down. However, I some how managed to hit a lot more of those pins many years ago. Plastic versus reactive urethane in bowling is sort of like cycle touring on a cheap hardware store 24 tpi tire versus a Specialized Armadillo, reaction to the environment my friends. And what a better way to react to environment than getting a bunch of crazy kids together and throwing heavy objects down an oily lane.

This is the birthday woman herself.

Although I'm not as competitive as I once was, I'm always down for a little friendly competition and crap talking. Me and my buddy Ted love to push each others buttons in a gentleman's sort of way, but then again everyone likes to give Ted a hard time. Despite him being a canvas for others jokes we had our fair share of high fives within the slander. And with that Ted was "hitting his mark" a little better than myself that night, but I managed to pull ahead the first game and tied him 1 game to 1. Next time Ted, next time.
The Big Labowski may have changed the way we look at bowling forever, or at least our personal experiences. I can't imagine a single brain synapse occuring while at a bowling alley that doesn't pertain in some way to a urethane covered rose, or shining up the ol' rolling rock. I didn't happen to see Sam Elliot drinking any Sarsaparilla, but I did give the plastic a good sheen.
After the bowling sesh we got an exciting chance to have a private party at the Accident Gallery for a showing of Triplets of Belleville. If you're into cycling, or just good animation I highly recommend this film. After the movie we were indulged with lemon curd filled cupcakes and art chatter. Not an unsuccessful night.