We celebrated the New Tear by going bowling yesterday. It was fun, but a whole lot harder than I remembered it being. I was never a great bowler – my score was pretty consistently around 120, which is terrible – but I used to do a lot of bowling as a teenager. The bowling alley on Flak Kasarne in Augsburg was inexpensive, and it had an arcade as well, so me and my metalhead D&D friends would go bowl several games about once a week.
I made it two games yesterday, and started dying about halfway through the second game. Flinging a 10-pound ball around was hard work. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m not aching or injured. But round about frame four of game two, what control I had over the ball failed utterly.
Yeah. Good times. I’ll have to do this again.