So, Mer and I went bowling today (real bowling – that would be candlepin bowling to those of you who were not lucky enough to grow up in New England). I was doing fairly well, and was on pace to maybe get a 90 (which is my oft-sought 9 pins/frame). After 6 frames, I had a 53 which was darn close to a 9/frame. Mer was struggling a little with a 31, and was saying she would be happy with breaking a 50. I, of course, dismissed her being able to make up 22 points in 4 frames, so I wanted her to do well, and I was concentrating on getting my 90. Needless to say, she was clearly sharking me. She got THREE spares in the final four frames, while I got two 9’s and two 7’s. So, I finished with a respectable 86, while my “I’m doing SO badly at this game” wife ended with a mere 93. Remind me to NEVER bet this woman.
Our final scores in two games:
Mu: 86 and 81
Mer: 93 and 67
I can only conclude we were both tiring in the second game from having to handle the two-pound ball.
One of the fun things about candlepin is that you don’t clear the pins between throws, so you can use the fallen pins (called “deadwood”) to help you out. I really like this aspect of the game.
Rest assured, even though candlepin is different than “big ball” bowling, you still get to wear the stylish shoes.
And what happened?
Note that the people I know who grew up in New England have chosen not to live there.
I might point out that you can love a place and not have the circumstances work out in such a way to have you live there. Or perhaps the Rev wouldn’t care to live in London?
“remind me to NEVER bet this woman.”
Allow us to examine the importance of prepositions or the lack thereof! Meredith wouldn’t want you to bet her, either… 😉
if you do bet the woman, don’t ever tell her how much money you have. if you lose, you will lose all your money in the bet. if you win, she will “take you shopping” later and spend all your hard-earned cash. women
Moving to London is a little harder than moving to New England. There’s that immigration thing, you know. Even so, if I really wanted to, I could probably make it work.
From what I see, northern New England seems to be a good place to be from.
I would really like to go candlepin bowling, since I can never find a bowling ball that seems to fit my fingers. If you built one on the Riordan compound, we would definately make the drive to Hartville. Remember, bowl hard or go home.
I believe those are the only two pairs of shoes I don’t own!
Jo, you buy the shoes and I’ll look for some orange shoestrings.
AWESOME!!! I’ll FINALLY have some Bocce-appropriate footwear.
Here you go, Jo:
http://www.bowling.com/display.asp?SKU=CICRMBOR
Shannon will love it if you get this:
http://www.bowlingball.com/Bowling-Accessory-3193/hammer-loomed-towel.html
For your candlepin ball:
http://www.epcomfg.com/bowling-houseballs.html
For Shannon, he’ll like:
http://www.epcomfg.com/bowling-novelty.html
I’ve often thought that I could make a mint by opening a candlepin bowling alley in or near Chicago. The novelty of it alone would bring people in. Too bad I have a) no business spirit whatsoever and b) no capital. C’est la vie!
you are hysterical!
i was in tahoe for a couple of days. no computer. so nick off, hairy legs, as i had no means to write long, engaging posts! nor will i these next few days up in redwoods. but rest assured, upon my return to ohio, i shall endeavor to give you lots of good things to read. =)
on potter book #5. very good, though harry’s been in a pissy mood the whole book. to be expected. he is, finally, a teenager.
i’m off for food shopping for this next trip. it sounds as though you are having a good time on your travels. i look forward to reading/hearing more later! –j