Sure - Layden and I go to the bowling alley - once or twice a month, at least. They make great burgers there, and yummy french fries. But do we BOWL there? Not really. Maybe once or twice a year. So, why then, is Layden standing in the Pro Shop with a brand-new gleaming blue bowling ball with custom drilled holes (and a monogram, no less)? Well...
...the story goes something like this. I was invited to attend the Army Community Services birthday celebration which was being held at the bowling alley. When I realized (at the last minute) that it was open to the community, I called Layden to come join me there for lunch and birthday cake. So he did. We participated in several activities, one of which was filling out a survey. After we did, we were told that we were now entered in the drawing for the prizes. That was fine with us - we didn't even know what the prizes were, and didn't ask because we never win anything anyway. Or so we thought. Turns out that Layden (you remember Lucky Layden) won the Grand Prize, which was a brand new bowling ball! We were so busy admiring it and wondering what to do with it that we almost missed out on the fact that I won Second Prize which was a brand-new pair of bowling shoes! Between the two of us, we are a complete set.
Layden's new ball making it's way down the lane for the very first time. He did not have to paw through the balls on the rack hoping to find one that was not too heavy-holes not too big or too small or too far apart - ouch! my thumb got stuck-guess this one will do.
On the other hand, I did not have to try on 3 pairs of shoes to find ones that fit and then have to wonder who might have worn them before me... I think they are kind of cute, in a bowling shoe sort of way. They are a little stiff, though, so I will need to break them in with more bowling...
...LOTS more bowling. Scores weren't so great - the first game broke 150 - combined score for both of us! We figure half the score for the ball and half for the shoes. As, always, we are better together. So, if you call and we aren't home, we just might be at the bowling alley. (We even have a locker - can you believe it?!)