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rikibethI am the worst bowler EVAR.
However, I was wearing a black leather corset, a red crinoline, and red and black stripy tights, and black eyeliner and lipstick, and it was absolutely over-the-top for a bowling alley, and Penelope said she had to take my picture, so I win on fashion points.
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tikvah took a bunch of pictures, too, and I am waiting for her to post them.
I got to embarrass the hell out ofmatociquala by mentioning her Campbell award when I introduced her to tikvah and mhaille.
The league bowlers were still going when we got there, and Penelope assured us that they'd start the music and turn on the black lights just as soon as they could, but meanwhile, bowling was the order of the day.
We got put on a lane with three boys, who got rather more competitive aftertikvah and matociquala got strikes. You could SMELL the testosterone kicking in! I was unaffected -- basically I was doing well if the ball hit ANY pins.
There were still mundanes bowling after the lights went down, and the DJs played AAAAAAAALL the classics, just to show the mundanes how it was done, I guess. First song cued up was "Bela Lugosi's Dead." Couldn't have been more stereotypical, OR more perfect.
The frat boy in tie-dye in the lane next to ours kept telling me I was making a "good effort." I'm not sure he got that I truly didn't care whether I hit anything! Of course, he could have just been ogling the corset, which was laced all shut and thus giving me actual cleavage.
After the first game, we mostly just hung out, untilmhaille convinced us to do another game with her. I discovered that I get better results from an eleven pound ball than the little light eight pounder, but that fifteen is way too heavy. Also that it's impossible to have a bad time when they're playing "Pussy" by Lords of Acid. Which was the final song.
I really really REALLY suck at bowling. But if I can blame it on the corset, it's all good fun.
However, I was wearing a black leather corset, a red crinoline, and red and black stripy tights, and black eyeliner and lipstick, and it was absolutely over-the-top for a bowling alley, and Penelope said she had to take my picture, so I win on fashion points.
tikvah took a bunch of pictures, too, and I am waiting for her to post them.I got to embarrass the hell out of
matociquala by mentioning her Campbell award when I introduced her to tikvah and mhaille.The league bowlers were still going when we got there, and Penelope assured us that they'd start the music and turn on the black lights just as soon as they could, but meanwhile, bowling was the order of the day.
We got put on a lane with three boys, who got rather more competitive after
tikvah and matociquala got strikes. You could SMELL the testosterone kicking in! I was unaffected -- basically I was doing well if the ball hit ANY pins.There were still mundanes bowling after the lights went down, and the DJs played AAAAAAAALL the classics, just to show the mundanes how it was done, I guess. First song cued up was "Bela Lugosi's Dead." Couldn't have been more stereotypical, OR more perfect.
The frat boy in tie-dye in the lane next to ours kept telling me I was making a "good effort." I'm not sure he got that I truly didn't care whether I hit anything! Of course, he could have just been ogling the corset, which was laced all shut and thus giving me actual cleavage.
After the first game, we mostly just hung out, until
mhaille convinced us to do another game with her. I discovered that I get better results from an eleven pound ball than the little light eight pounder, but that fifteen is way too heavy. Also that it's impossible to have a bad time when they're playing "Pussy" by Lords of Acid. Which was the final song.I really really REALLY suck at bowling. But if I can blame it on the corset, it's all good fun.
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Lanes of the Nephilim?
Date: 2006-03-09 05:17 am (UTC)That chevron of spots about 10 feet past the foul line? You're right-handed, so aim for the spot just to the right of center.
When you release the ball, twist your hand so that you wind up pointing your fingers in a vertical plane (preferably pointing at the spot right-of-center in that chevron).
The ball should hook right between the first and third pins.
After having seen what you did tonite, this should shock the pants off everyone next time (and that's always fun to watch).
Dracula's Bowl, actually
Date: 2006-03-09 05:26 am (UTC)And I have no idea if I COULD twist my wrist like that. I don't often get kinesthetic things just from reading about them.
Re: Dracula's Bowl, actually
Date: 2006-03-09 05:35 am (UTC)As for the hook:
That's it.
Now, with a bowling ball in your hand:
And hey, if you get the ball to skip over your gutter and into the next lane, all the more fun, right?
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Date: 2006-03-09 06:07 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-03-09 06:50 am (UTC)Ya look great,
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Date: 2006-03-09 07:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-09 10:37 am (UTC)And I could give you a run for the money for bad bowling.
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Date: 2006-03-09 11:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-09 03:09 pm (UTC)Though the bowling shoes are a mite... incongruous. :-)
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Date: 2006-03-09 08:33 pm (UTC)But if there were DJs and an excuse to goth myself up... what the hell, right?
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Date: 2006-03-09 10:15 pm (UTC)w0rd.
I love bowling -- I'm also just happy if the ball hits at least some of the pins (it's like playing pool -- I like the noise they make when they hit each other, getting balls into the pockets is secondary) . . . damn, I wish we were local to each other, I'd love to go bowling, especially Goth Bowling, with you :D
-- A <3<3