Once back from the market, I spent the rest of the afternoon cooking. It was glorious.
Then it was off to Gil's for some BBQ-ing and drinking of Schaeffer. Also, all of the mosquitoes in the Brooklyn area came by to sample the blood from my ankles and feet. An excellent vintage.
At about 10pm, we were off to Melody Lanes, site of past exploits and diplomatic outings. Can you believe that Gil had never experienced the beauty of Melody (replete with the Numa Numa song on the jukebox)? Surely you can see why we did it. We did it for Gil.
Josh enjoys a Rolling Rock, the local specialty.
What bowling night photo set would be complete without a picture of Claire's guns?
Josh closes his eyes and wishes for a spare.
Claire has a good vantage point for some of the best bowling we've ever seen.
As you can see, Seth rolled a masterful 300. This was especially impressive because he was not there for most of the frame.
Ok, in reality a computer glitch was recording every turn as a strike.
Here, Gil demonstrates the proper reverse-bowling procedure.
Claire emulates his form.
I lodged the ball in the gutter. It was pathetic. I was trying to get there.
Oh, the humiliation.
Later, Claire gives the internation hand signal for "Congratulations, you rolled a fake strike!" And Gil tells me to steal third.
Hershfelder tries to get there with a patented "overhand" manuever. Followed by a knuckle and a pinch. It didn't work.
Gil and his new friend, Big Black Ball.
Once again, victory in Sunset Park.
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i think a run-down of our bowling names is in order.
sheena was, as mentioned, hershfelder. and she WOULD have known what to do if she'd gotten there, but she just couldn't.
Gil was All Skin. he was all skin.
Josh was Citizen Dick, named after the awesome grunge band in Singles.
Claire was Feet Like Hats. named after those festive chickens at sheena's farmhouse who, according to josh, have feet like hats.
The festive chickens are Buff Cochins, a handsome poultry variety, as you can see.
And yes, I suppose their feet sort of look like hats.
Well festive lady's hats.
Peter the insane bar tender went from charmingly insane, to down right stay-the-hell-away-from-me-insane.
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