I bowl in a league and I suck.
Since I had to give up my dream of being an indoor roller derby super star because of stupid things like intense vertigo and seizures and stuff, I had some free time. Free time is most certainly not allowed so I quickly filled it with another fun activity that I totally suck at: bowling.
If bowling with friends on a Friday night is fun, bowling in a league with friends is freaking fantastic. This is of course because of the killer drink deals for league bowlers. On Monday’s I make my way to the lanes, slam a few martinis and throw a nine pound ball as hard as I can in the hope of knocking down at least some of the pins while laughing it up with great friends. It is very good stress relief and just plain fun.
I am, however, a god awful bowler. My handicap is 116. I am that bad. But I love it and I am nothing if not consistent (consistently bad is still consistent). Of course, I am holding my own in the women’s handicap series. It must be because I have magical shoes. Seriously, they are too cute for words. And I wasn’t the one who lost the beer frame last night. I threw a strike when it really mattered: free beer.
I am so bad, however, that I am the only bowler in the league without my own ball. Of course, when I inquired about getting a ball of my own the boy said simply, “Just pick something pretty and cute.” Well that is just special. I mean, this is the man who has ceaselessly supported me in countless endeavors but when it comes to bowling, even he knows I am THAT bad. Thank god it is a handicapped league. Last night was actually a pretty good night. I bowled a 76, 88 and 62. But we won two of the games.
Still…do they make a Hello Kitty ball?