Last week I got an email from Hubs that said," Want to meet me after work at the bowling alley and bowl and we can have bowling alley food for chow?"
To which I replied," Why are you going bowling?"
"It's my bowling night. And could you bring my bowling shirt? Oh, and could you go buy me a bowling shirt? Not really. Just thought it would be something fun for us to do."
"Okay. But only if you let me use the bowling ball that says 'Homer."
So, it was a deal.
Our family hasn't been bowling in years. We have taken Daughter bowling several times and we always enjoy it.
I didn't bowl as a kid. Mama and Daddy didn't bowl. I think it was a Southern thing. Plus, the bowling alleys in the town where I grew up were not necessarily where ladies and gentlemen went on a Saturday night. I suppose the bowling alleys were one step up from the pool halls, but it was a tiny, sticky, gum-covered step.
These days you can find a family friendly bowling alley. There are still those that are, shall we say, shady? They are usually easy to spot. The snack bar is really just a bar, neon signs are brighter than the lighting in the restrooms, and a woman in a tight t-shirt checks out your shoes and oddly, she's run out of Lysol.
We met Hubs after work and headed over to the bowling alley. I was pleased to see families there, instead of people with names like "Stan" or "Helga." No one was using any bad language or sporting any obscene tattoos, except for that preschooler on lane five.
Bowling alley food can be quite tasty. And cheap. That's a combo you can't pass up (like the cheeseburger and curly fries.) After our dinner of greasy grill goodness, we selected our bowling shoes and balls.
I have never understood how to select a bowling ball. I always just stand there at the little ball holder, picking them up, putting them down, until I choose the best one, which is usually based on color instead of weight.
My goal is to choose a color I love while selecting a ball that will not break my wrist. I find it works well.
All through the night, Daughter and I double teamed Hubs. Our goal was to beat him, either of us, both of us. It didn't matter. We let Daughter use the bumpers, so at one point she won a game.
Let me clarify. Hubs' and my only handicaps were that we didn't have the bumpers.
Hubs won the other games. At one point we were neck and neck and I thought I may win. I made a few strikes, quite a few spares, and we won't mention the number of gutter balls.
Hubs added the scores and decided that our team's total score for the whole night may be a perfect score of 300.
We played four games.
Over the weekend I told Hubs we should make it a monthly family outing. It was a lot of fun.
At last I've found a sport that I can compete with Hubs on a level playing field. To his credit, he does have a bad knee.
To my credit, I ate too many curly fries.