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I think I may have bowled my best ever game last night - a scorching 165. I was mowing down pins like ya mama mows her back. I have to give it up to the birthday boy, who rüled the schööl and took most of the games. The only thing that would have made the night better would have been some hott karaoke action in the Sunset Lanes Lounge, but alas, there was none to be had on a Monday night.

The whole gaggle of us went to Beth's Cafe after the bowling blowout for greasy food that is for sure wreaking havoc on our innards at this moment. Many of my formative years were spent in that place. That's one to grow on, for sure.