A holiday in which trucks with thunderous bass carrying dozens of children of Mexicano descent fill our streets. Josh and I opted for a lights out Halloween this year. I didn’t want to tredge up and down the stairs a zillion times when most of the candy was gone already. Call us party poopers, but I got my Halloween exercising in at work today. Work is not usually a place of exercise being that I sit in a chair for 9-12 hours a day, but today was different. Today we went on the long anticipated company event: bowling. Of course I got up super late and had to forego showering - grabbing a white shirt that later turned out to be a mistake when viewed under black lights.

I had been dreading this. The last time I bowled was with Ellis, a high school friend who is now married with two of the most adorable kids ever (who dressed up as Darth Vader and Yoda). I recall I told Ellis I was a horrible bowler, which I fully believed, and then proceeded to throw a strike in the first frame. I’ll never forget the look on his face!

This time I wasn’t so fortunate. I think I had at least four gutterballs in the first five frames — surely disgracing my mother, the one who has a custom-made-for-her-hand bowling ball in the attic. I’m sure she could pull it out and bowl like a pro after taking a second to blow the dust off it.

The positive thing about the experience is that I was, by no means, the worst bowler there. In the midst of a fifteen minute, vocal-less loop of “Insane in the Membrane,”I nearly won the first game, coming in 2nd with a mind-blowing score of 91 after choking on the last frame. The second game I managed to break 100, so in all, I would call that a bowling success by my non-bumper game standards.