The Pearl Strikes Again.

Get it? STRIKES again? And the story is about BOWLING, which also has STRIKES involved? One word, two meanings... hilarious. Anyway, three game average of 163? Pfft. Watch out. That "watch out" is for my crotch, because if one thing drives the ladies crazy is a slightly above average bowler. FML.

Curse of the Pink Pearl.

It's so rare that you go to a D.I. (Utah's version of the Salvation Army) and find exactly what you went in looking for. Yesterday was one of those occasions. This bowling thing has got it's claws sunk in me pretty deep, and I feel that my game is severely suffering due to my lack of non-rental equipment. So I went to the D.I. in the hopes of finding a ball of my own. After looking everywhere I thought a bowling ball might be hiding and finding nothing, I decided to look for furniture for Dustin. Whilst in the process of doing that, I saw a beat dick bowling bag on the lower shelf of the "deck area" section. As luck would have it, not only was there a kick-ass pink ball within called, "The Pearl" but an amazing pair of blue velvet bowling shoes underneath that happened to fit Mega perfectly. All for $4.00. I bowled the first games with her today, average score: 155. Booya.

The Pearl's House


Mega and her Special Shoes

Sweet Victory.

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Worker's Strike.

Katie, Mega and I decided to go bowling last night. We started out at Bonwood, but it was league night there, so we went to Ritz which was a couple blocks away. I was instantly not a fan of Ritz. Nearly 3 times as much as Bonwood, the balls (snicker) were all ill-fitting, and the place smelled vaguely of cat piss. Mega had the high score of the evening with a 138, but I came through in the clutch and won the "Wager Game" with a 128. Now the girls have to wear Sharpie mustaches all day today. The big rematch has yet to be scheduled. Stay tuned...