Last night was bowling night. Yes, I am at the age when bowling is the primary way I gather with my friends. Granted, we use it more as an excuse to drink heavily and a way to ensure a babysitter every month, but we are in a bowling league nonetheless.
For me and the other wives the bowling is a vehicle for booze and gossip, while the hubbies throw a few back, make fun of each other, and compete. For obvious reasons, I have not had a drink with my favorite bowling ladies in quite a while. Until last night. After a good 10 months, I hit the ground running with my gal pals. A few (literally 3) Blue Moons and I was back to bowling as (I think) it was meant to be done. I bowled my highest game ever (161), enjoyed some awesome conversation, and forced Todd to take me to Taco Bell when it was all over.
I spent all morning with a headache and all day with a belly ache, but I had a damn great time!
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