Brian & I thought joining a bowling league would be a good way to meet some couples in our new town. I've never seen Brian so nervous our first night. He was freaking out watching what he thought to be our league practicing before I got there from work - thank god it wasn't or we would have had to call it quits right there. 300 material.
Instead, our league was made of 5 couples - couples you have to see to believe. My favorite was Sharon & Dave, they would kiss after every ball they rolled. These people were serious - own balls, own shoes, towels & rosin bags. Brian & I had practiced up for the league weeks before and found our favorite House Ball. Mine ironically was named "Brian" and I would rush to find it every league night hoping that no one else had found the mother of all House Balls. Brian had a couple he could roll. His first was "Chuck" then there was "HR".
Mid league we broke down and bought balls. Brian was set on spinning. I was fine with "Brian". I couldn't even bowl 100 with my new ball so I ran back to "Brian". Each week we would somehow find ourselves in first. Dave said to Brian "and you use lane shoes!" We have to give the win credit to our extrememly high handicaps we aquired the first night.
The last night we had our pizza party and walked out with these beautiful trophies & $20. I told Brian I felt bad because this whole league was sort of a joke to us and we took it from the serious bowlers - Dave & Sharon were really upset and didn't even say goodbye. We will not be returning to the Spring Couples League.
We have a sprouter!
It's pretty much impossible to have a garden when you're renting so we've decided to do a "potted" garden.
