So the guys and I opted for bowling last night. It's inexpensive and lots of fun. When Carey and I got to the bowling alley, we got a lane for everyone and noticed the people at the table a couple of lanes up. Here were about a half-dozen individuals...aged...oh, 14-16...and boys and girls both. It's rare to see a display of stupid of this magnitude.
There were two girls in the group that stood out. One blonde, one brunette....but both as dumb as doorposts. So clearly, hair color has no bearing on intelligence, as I've often said. Both girls were wearing aviator style sunglasses with exceptionally dark lenses.
They were wearing sunglasses in a bowling alley. And you could tell they were only doing it because they thought they looked really cool. The funny thing was, they were constantly lowering the sunglasses to help them see...because it was so dark they were practically falling over each other. Even when bowling...I saw them sneak a peek over the top of the frames at their pins. Good lord, children. I wouldn't be a bit surprised if they got dropped off by their mommy or daddy.
And the sad thing is? I was once that immature, I'm sure. But I was a nerd...and hid myself away in basements in front of the cold glow of a computer monitor with the likes of Starcraft, Warcraft, Doom, and Leisure Suit Larry 7: Love for Sail (which I found inside my bowling bag last night which shows you just how nerdy I was and am). I wasn't out tormenting the good adults of Kalamazoo or Portage, Michigan.
Poor bastards at Airway Lanes probably have to deal with this crap all too often.
But never fear...they kiddies finished their bowling before we did and were replaced by even less mature children. But these kids thought they were really cool 'cause they had various forms of tobacco with cigarettes and cigars and were far more interested in talking to each other about the coolest way to exhale than they were about bowling a game. Seriously. I'm not joking. One girl still had her braces, could not have been any older than 15, and would not stop moving. Every damn song that came on she knew a dance to...though each dance was somehow very remeniscent of the previous.
Kids suck. But bowling was fun anyway. We did three games. I managed to squeak a win out of my first two games, and Aaron handed my ass to me in the third game and beat me by about 20 pins. Good job, bro!
That is all,
~Jer
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