Almost twenty cool cats and catettes showed up to bowl on Wednesday (I was all kinds of impressed by the turnout).We even needed to wrangle up a couple extra cars.
If you drive in the opposite direction of Bryn Mawr (I think) for a while, you’ll find Wynnewood Lanes. It’s pretty weird because it looks a lot more like rural Pennsylvania than the rest of Ardmore/the mainline, even though it’s like only ten minutes away from Haverford.
There were so many people that we took up I think at least 5 lanes. Most of the Haverford students (and the one ultra cool Mawrtyr) seemed to be doing pretty great at bowling. True to my word, I bowled a 37. Six consecutive gutters, baby.
For souvenirs, I drew portraits of everybody who came on the trip, if they had been born as bowling pins instead of human beings. I found out that as pins, most people look the same. There’s probably a lesson to be learned here about racism or something.
We bowled a couple games and good times were had by all. Bowling alley food is pretty great, but I can’t remember if there were milkshakes or not. There was this one guy who was dressed in this brown suede jumpsuit type thing, and he was bopping and singing along to these soul songs that he was cueing up on the jukebox. He looked pretty fascinating. After the trip, I’m convinced that The Big Lebowski is actually probably the closest thing to an accurate portrayal of league play. Bowling alleys have a weird, vibe-y culture. A good one, yeah.
among friends is awesome, bowling is awesome, everybody who came is awesome.