baxter. joel. garrett. LK. bill. sarah. jackie. sage. henry. alex. sam. jeri. garnett. heidi. anna. dan. some french girl. me.

i finally went to bowling night, and discovered that i have really been missing out.

bowling alleys fascinate me. all shiny and bright and thundering, with loud/bad rock music, flimsy plastic cups of cheap beer and lane upon lane of people with their own very distinctive styles. my favorite thing so far is the utter confidence of some bowlers…how they toss the ball down the lane then turn and walk away calmly. they don’t need to look. they know the pins are all going down. everyone has a special little “strike dance,” too. henry chucks the ball, then twists to face his audience, sticks his fingers in his ears and gives a mischievous “who me?” look. sarah doesn’t move except to fling her arms violently above her head. garrett looks the same way he always does, as though he couldn’t care less. baxter flashes horns and yells something along the lines of “in your face!” joel shakes his head and stumbles back to his seat, looking very self-satisfied. they are the only ones who are good at bowling. everyone else screams and jumps up and down when they throw a strike, because it happens so infrequently. fascinating.

i think my monday nights are now taken.