Went bowling this past Saturday night. Got plastered on beer and cheap vino and had a little rhythm going for a game or two. The group next to us was losing their shit every time someone got a strike or a gutter-ball, yelling and screaming what I can only assume were profanities. Had a great time, but left envious of people that could get so jacked over smashing pins with a heavy ball.
Reminded me of a few weeks earlier at an amusement park when I smashed a plate with a wooden ball in a single throw. The carney actually got pissed at me for not celebrating the accomplishment. He was legitimately put off by the way I responded plainly and let me know it with a flame of insults. Obviously, the guy is a whack job, but I've been wondering lately if I should be taking more pleasure in the little simple shit in life. Maybe we all need to bring it down an intellectual level or two, get "gutter" drunk and keep this situation simple, Big Lebowski style.
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2 comments:
I hear you ThroatMeat. However - it sometimes depends on what you have on the line. I remember lots of whooping and hollering over our hotly contested euchre games. Guaranteed if we went bowling we would be firing Barnsey into the gutter every time we missed a 'spare'.
you speaka da truth
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