For the second time in my life, I went into a bowling alley this weekend.
My first time in a bowling alley was shortly after my husband and I started dating. I am pretty sure I spent most of the night tripping on a non-existent step and whispering to my cousin about how I could no longer feel my tongue.
I may or may not have had a few too many drinks.
Flash forward 12 years...I had to take Cole to a birthday party at the local bowling alley. I was hoping it was reserved for the party with no other patrons. No such luck. When we walked in, the smell of feet, greasy pizza, disinfectant, and smoke hit me in the face. It was dark and loud.
And the people. I had no idea people were so serious about bowling at 1:00 in the afternoon.
Thankfully, I was able to get Cole's shoes on, give him a quick hug and kiss, and get the heck out of there. The only problem?
He loved it.
And guess where he wants to have his next birthday party?