This morning, my hubby and I went bowling. There really is a reason. The division I work in at the university is having a jamboree (staff end-of-the-year event) this week and it is at the local bowling alley. I haven’t bowled in 34 YEARS! Yes, that’s right. 34 YEARS! I know there are people I work with who were born AFTER the last time I bowled. Needless to say, some of them bowl on a regular basis.
Don’t get me wrong. I used to love to bowl. And then I got tired of it or just didn’t make the time anymore. I can hardly remember. After all, it was 34…okay, enough. Anyway, I used to be good. Pretty darn good, in fact. I competed at the state level and placed seventh, if I remember correctly, in doubles and 11th in singles.
So, off I went to the bowling alley this morning, with the knowledge that I am now incredibly old to be learning how to bowl (again) and with my hubby in tow. At least the place we went was far from the house, eliminating odds of running into neighbors. But, it was close to work. So, I worried (needlessly, fortunately). We had socks ready (since we were renting those LOVELY shoes that are available for the novices or non-regular bowlers). And we had checked…it is only 99 cents per person per game on Sundays before noon. Yes, we didn’t go to church. We went bowling.
Well, it started out rough. We didn’t know where to go once we entered. The place was mammoth! And when we did find the desk, I blurted out, “I haven’t bowled in 34 YEARS!” So, too late. I have now embarrassed myself. But I was wanting to make sure he knew up front, we didn’t know what we were doing and we were going to have stupid questions. I had to give him my driver’s license. HUH?? I guess that’s so you don’t leave without paying. Boy, has the world changed in the last 34 years. 😀 Okay, I’ll stop bringing that up. Then, he asked what size shoes. Well, I live in south Texas. I hardly wear shoes that cover my entire foot anymore, so I just had to guess. And were those shoes lovely!?! NO! Mine were three colors and one of the shoes had a chunk of leather (?) missing on the area where it wraps below your ankle. It looked like it had been chewed on by a rat. But, they were broken in (really broken in) and were actually comfy. Well, off to lane 3. But first, put on the shoes and find a bowling ball. Strangely, hubby and I are both left-handed. I was worried. But I guess they make the bowling balls generic now. Who knew? Back (XX years ago) in the day, there were left- and right-handed bowling balls. So, we found bowling balls (and amazingly, they are all different colors now, too). I had a bright pink one and hubby’s was orange–I didn’t see a black bowling ball in the entire place. Then we sat at what looked like the Enterprise’s (reference to Star Trek) control panel and realized we had no idea what we were doing. The guy on the next lane was nice enough to show us how to work it. I was used to paper and pencil and keeping tabs on the score myself.
I have now thoroughly embarrassed myself without even throwing the first ball. But things definitely were not as bad as I expected. My first game was a not horribly embarrassing 77. Could have been a lot better, but could have been a lot worse. And my second game was 130…I broke 100!!! I’m feeling a little better about going on Wednesday to the jamboree. I did my pre-jamboree, bowling reconnaissance and embarrassment-proofing. Now, let’s hope I can repeat at least one of those game scores, so I’m not cringing as the bowling ball bounces across lanes (I’ve done that before) or flying behind me (again, done that) or bouncing off my foot (haven’t done that, but it’s a fear). So, wish me luck and keep me in your thoughts on Wednesday evening as I head off to the lanes and the camaraderie of my co-workers.
“There’s a blush for won’t, and a blush for shan’t, and a blush for having done it: There’s a blush for thought and a blush for naught, and a blush for just begun it.” ~ John Keats
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