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Fun Friday usually means a trip to the pool for a few hours of splashing around before dinner and netflix. Sadly, Butchybread had an earache this week so instead we went bowling!

I haven't bowled since 1998 when I was a freshman in high school hanging out with the band kids at the bowling alley in Wilton Manors, which is the "second gayest city in the U.S." (No, seriously, it's true). I was socially awkward and uncomfortable and clearly wasn't going to take any responsibility for that, so I swore that I'd never ever ever go bowling again. I held strong on that declaration for 15 (fifteen!!) years, proving yet again that I can be ridiculously stubborn about the silliest things.

So we paid for an hour on the lane, put on the funny shoes, and ordered a pepperoni pizza with 2 beers and a cherry slushy. And I once again learned my lesson about never saying never.

Of course I was a class-A-klutz and managed to clock in a whopping 30 points LESS than my gentleman competitors. And clearly we got indigestion from the greasy pizza. And ok maybe I forced everyone into the shower immediately upon getting home to get rid of all the disease we surely picked up from the shoes alone. But during the actual game? We had fun. Everyone laughed. High-fives were exchanged at an alarming rate. And we added yet another good night into the yearbook of our little life together.

Score.