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I got this dreadful urge to go bowling. Not the big ball, big pin bowling, but candlepin, which is pretty much only found in New England and the Canadian Maritime provinces, but is both easier and harder than the more widespread game. And seeing as how I have the rentacar until tomorrow, I thought "I can go farther afield than the smoky bowling alley near me!" (Turns out that all the Massachusetts bowling alleys are non-smoking now, but I didn't know that...It's been nearly ten years since I bowled.) So I looked to see who was fairly near, and found one about nine miles off in Lynn. Called up, they seemed friendly and gave good landmark filled directions. So off I went to the car.
It was very foggy in Boston tonight. This did not stop anyone from doing less than the speed limit on the stretch of highway that I needed to take. (Of course, good weather doesn't stop anyone from doing less than ten m.p.h. over the limit on that stretch...) But I was out, and determined and much to my suprise I found the place without too much trouble -- and despite the fact that it looks like a box with an unlit sign attached... The inside was nice though, and I rented my shoes and started bowling. And in my first box (or frame) I knocked down a single pin with each roll and scored a gigantic "three".
(Yes, a three -- didn't you look at that wiki article?)
It went along like that for a few boxes and then suddenly, I bowled a strike! Nirvana! I hadn't forgot everything I knew after all! Followed by *gasp* a second strike! And then a spare! And then... and then... a gutter ball.
*sigh*
Of course the first string (game) I played I had the best score. (99). But I didn't do too badly on the other four and averaged out to an 85. Didn't get any more strikes, but I did get a couple of spares and didn't gutter after one of them, so that helped. The three young men who started bowling near me and were getting fours and fives did some good for my ego too.
After five strings I felt too sore to keep going, and besides, looking at the baseball game on the lane tv I could see that the heavy rain had reached Fenway Park, so off I went again. Hadn't driven a block when the rain got to the coast and I had to drive through it.
May I just add a personal note here to all the people who jaywalk in dark clothing across highways on rainy/foggy nights?
STAY HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Passed three accidents, got home, found a parking place I'll have to be out of by seven in the morning, and now I'm going to crawl into the bath and then bed and hope to recover from the drive. At least this time when I walked in the door I was desperately grateful to be back in my own apartment!
What a good way to finish up a vacation!
shirebound's fault. She just posted a story over at waymeet called A Minor Misunderstanding andI got this dreadful urge to go bowling. Not the big ball, big pin bowling, but candlepin, which is pretty much only found in New England and the Canadian Maritime provinces, but is both easier and harder than the more widespread game. And seeing as how I have the rentacar until tomorrow, I thought "I can go farther afield than the smoky bowling alley near me!" (Turns out that all the Massachusetts bowling alleys are non-smoking now, but I didn't know that...It's been nearly ten years since I bowled.) So I looked to see who was fairly near, and found one about nine miles off in Lynn. Called up, they seemed friendly and gave good landmark filled directions. So off I went to the car.
It was very foggy in Boston tonight. This did not stop anyone from doing less than the speed limit on the stretch of highway that I needed to take. (Of course, good weather doesn't stop anyone from doing less than ten m.p.h. over the limit on that stretch...) But I was out, and determined and much to my suprise I found the place without too much trouble -- and despite the fact that it looks like a box with an unlit sign attached... The inside was nice though, and I rented my shoes and started bowling. And in my first box (or frame) I knocked down a single pin with each roll and scored a gigantic "three".
(Yes, a three -- didn't you look at that wiki article?)
It went along like that for a few boxes and then suddenly, I bowled a strike! Nirvana! I hadn't forgot everything I knew after all! Followed by *gasp* a second strike! And then a spare! And then... and then... a gutter ball.
*sigh*
Of course the first string (game) I played I had the best score. (99). But I didn't do too badly on the other four and averaged out to an 85. Didn't get any more strikes, but I did get a couple of spares and didn't gutter after one of them, so that helped. The three young men who started bowling near me and were getting fours and fives did some good for my ego too.
After five strings I felt too sore to keep going, and besides, looking at the baseball game on the lane tv I could see that the heavy rain had reached Fenway Park, so off I went again. Hadn't driven a block when the rain got to the coast and I had to drive through it.
May I just add a personal note here to all the people who jaywalk in dark clothing across highways on rainy/foggy nights?
STAY HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Passed three accidents, got home, found a parking place I'll have to be out of by seven in the morning, and now I'm going to crawl into the bath and then bed and hope to recover from the drive. At least this time when I walked in the door I was desperately grateful to be back in my own apartment!
What a good way to finish up a vacation!
