nostalgia i never expected to have
While still entertaining, bowling last night proved the point that some things are not meant to be jazzed up. Crazy Chelsea Piers with all its black lights and cutesy teal bowling balls really made me miss old Anderson Alley and its jukebox and its plastic cups and its total lack of expectation that you will tip your incompetent waitress. Waitresses at bowling alleys. 'Tis wrong. Come to think of it, there was a certain horrible charm in the way that Oberlin's lanes were cramped enough to make you think you were bowling in a closet.
The great event of last night was that a vote was taken and a date was set for my grossly belated, super awesome birthday party. May 13, yo. Those of you in and around the city, or posessed of long distance transportation in the form of either private jets or human-launching circus canons, take note. Emails shall go out shortly.
The great event of last night was that a vote was taken and a date was set for my grossly belated, super awesome birthday party. May 13, yo. Those of you in and around the city, or posessed of long distance transportation in the form of either private jets or human-launching circus canons, take note. Emails shall go out shortly.