On Saturday night, we went Drunk Bowling. Yes, that's right. It's not just called 'bowling'. I don't just bowl. I drunk bowl. That basically consists of getting together with some friends at the bowling alley and ingesting pitchers of beer, intermersed with heaving a bowling ball down a lane as best you can while partaking in more pitchers of beer. The bowling alley has some thing where they turn off the main lights and colored light spin around and loud music plays*. It adds to the atmosphere, I guess. Then at the end of the night, whoever is most sober drives us all home. Small town fun, I tell you what.
(*Sam, didn't hear my cell! You missed a good time!!)