But by the time I return the call, the potential participants have lost interest. "Phone us if you come up with something," they suggest half-heartedly.
A couple hours later, I conjure up the perfect plan. I mean, we're talking so perfect, I go ahead and do the shower and shampoo thing before I even bother to call and put it on the table.
Sure enough.
Chi Chi's Pizza followed by bowling meets with resounding approval. Yep! That means I BOWLED last Saturday night.
Actually, what you REALLY need to know is that I KICKED ASS on Saturday night.
One-twenty-five...One-fifty-three...One-thirty-seven.
I ROCKED IT.
Okay, so what if two hours of bowling is like two hours of lunging...which means I also ache like a sonofabitch?
Doesn't matter. I'm basking in my reign as Bowling Queen.
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