This morning I was trying to remember the last time I had gone drinking since the debauchery of last night. At first I thought it had been 2 weeks ago at a BBQ. But, then I remembered I had drank steadily on Friday night, oh wait I had a couple pints on Thursday. Clearly I have a drinking problem.

I know last night was a good adventure. Even if I couldn't remember anything, which is a good sign in itself, I have the bruise on my hip. Bruises mean chaos definitely occurred or you drank to much. Definitely the former in my case. The bruise was the result of a bowling incident, which was after we spent a good deal of time drinking wine on the roof of my apartment building, making inappropriate shadow puppets with the setting sun and watching spit swirl down in spermy spirals (the girls choice of descriptive words).

I should have known something bad was going to happen when the rule was made that we should flash our team members everything we made a strike. I don't even want to think of what would happen if someone had gotten a turkey. In the fourth frame of the second game my bowler's thumb was flaring up and I couldn't bowl well at all anymore. I went in for a spare when a large boot went flying by me and made it's way down the alley a few feet. I had no choice but to go rescue it. After the second step, time slowed to a halt as my feet swept out from under me and I landed with a thud in the middle of the lane. I quickly reached out for the boot, threw at the onlooking crowd and attempted to get up. At this time I would like to point out that bowling alleys mean business when they wax those lanes. I couldn't get up and was poised something like a tortoise on it's back unable to move. Gaining some momentum I was able to make it to a less slick surface and finally make it back to my beer.