From last night. Mr. Rilch and I were at the wrap party for the film he just finished, and after introducing me to some of his mates, he went off to the bar. They asked me if I wanted to give it a try, and I figured, what the heck.
After a few false starts, I turned out to be pretty good at it. The trick was choosing the right ball. And I was worried about hitting my leg, but I never did. Pretty soon, I was knockin’ 'em down over and over. The guys just kept cheering me on, and so did Mr. Rilch, once he came back.
Yes, I bowled last night, for the first time since I was twelve! I even got a strike!
Dang it, I wish we could edit our posts. I meant to add that I’d loosened up after a couple of vodkas.
I was really confused until you mentioned the bowling.
I was really enjoying it until you mentioned the bowling.
When I saw this thread all I could think was, “I can barely raise my right arm, 'cause I did so many.”
Too bad that was the only funny line in the whole movie.
This has happened to me a number of times, as I bowl approximately once every five years or so.
Wiping one’s ass with the wrong hand is comedy gold, I can tell you.
I bowl like I live, mostly in the gutter.
I gave up bowling for sex. The balls are lighter and you don’t need special shoes (well, not most of the time).