What a blast!
Thanks a ton to everyone that came out to JP Hennley’s and Anastasia Lanes to celebrate with OFC president Jim “Old Man” Wauldron and yours truly.
Despite my explicit directions to not bring any presents, I was showered with a ton of awesome gifts, from kegs of beer, cases of beer, wine, and wine stoppers (do I have a problem I need to 12 step?) to shirts, hats, and scratch off tickets worth $1,000 if you’re drunk and cross eyed, but actually $2 if you’re sober. More on that later.
The best gift of all was seeing everyone laughing, goofing off, and just having a great time.
And a lot of you really pulled out all the stops to be there. For example, Shelby had a 30 minute hall pass (an incredibly rare and valuable asset for any mother) and what does she do…? She comes out to the bowling alley to hang with all of us and wish Jim and I a happy birthday. How awesome is that? Shelby, you rock.
All of you rock.
Meredith’s due date is just around the corner but she’s throwing strikes and spares with the rest of us. (We won’t tell the doctor) Even Fred was there. He was the fourth person to show up at the lanes… chompin’ at the bit to chuck some marble.
Seriously, nothing’s better than being around friends, laughing at ourselves, and each other, slapping high fives at the rare and elusive strike and throwing back a few brewskies.
I am Puma, Hear Me Roar
El Presidente, Dear Leader, Jay “Birdman” Floyd showed up with intimidating skull socks and tacky bowling shirt. Just to make sure I knew who was boss, he let loose his war cry and and pirate scowl. Intimidation was on his side…
But out of nowhere, Todd and Margaret strolled in wearing matching professional bowling uniforms emblazoned with Red Bull logos and customized with iron-on initials.
Their red and black Puma shirts must have inspired Todd’s inner kitty because he notched the high score of the evening. We’d expect nothing less from Todd, the uber-competitive all around athlete.