Bowling and Bullies

I'm always sad when the weekend is over...mostly because it means I have to spend the next 5 days waking up to my obnoxious alarm, dressing up, going to work, making dinner, cleaning, and going to bed early enough to have enough energy to start all over again the next day. When the weekend comes, it's so much more randomness and I never know exactly what's going to happen. Plus, I get to spend much more time with Grant, which is always a good thing.

Friday was Kelsey's birthday. Kelsey is my extra-special superhero friend who pretty much rocks around the clock. In honor of her day of birth, we went to Sunset Bowling and treated her to some amazing THUNDER bowling, which is just like normal bowling with neon lights, horrible music and emo teenagers. While we were waiting for our lane to open, Grant challenged me to embarrass myself with DDR. I, being the competitive freak that I am, accepted and we dueled for a good 5 minutes, him kicking my butt without question. Then this drunk guy came over and tried to mess up our game. Not cool. We tried the old-fashioned "reasoning with the drunk by treating him like a 5 year old" with no prevail. Finally, we stepped up the anger and tried physical force, which only led drunk-o to think that we wanted to step outside. If it was something much less embarrassing than DDR, maybe. But the adult hiding in me told me that fighting over DDR is pretty much the lamest thing ever and we walked away, leaving drunkie totally confused and wanting so much to be sober to figure out what just happened. But I was pissed because we had at least 3 more rounds left on the game and totally wasted our 50 cents. Lame. Must go back to finish this challenge.

Bowling was much happier, although there was this kid on the lane next to us that had a shirt that said, "cockbite." on it. At some point through the night, he went on to explain the difference between shaving your privates and using a vibrator. But whatever, if anything, it made for a hilarious conversation, especially when combined with a few pitchers of beer. My bowling skills were absolutely horrid, with my high score reaching about 60 if I remember correctly. Maybe I should stick to DDR.

The rest of the weekend was a combination of relaxing, watching TV, hanging out with Joe and Kelsey, shopping, and playing Harry Potter Scene It, which Kelsey kicked the pants off of all of us at. I told you she rocks around the clock.

But, alas. It's Monday. Back to routine. Perhaps I will return next weekend to defend my glory at Sunset. We shall see.