Tuesday, January 18, 2011
More gutter balls than strikes
But if we were good at bowling it would indicate that something more serious was wrong with us.
We rented a car on Saturday, crossed the border into the wilds of suburban New Jersey, and crammed every imaginable activity into the next 14 hours: breakfast at IHOP (Samuel's request), shopping at Target (Jennifer's request), arcade games in East Brunswick, a visit to a real-life mall (Ethan's request, as he was getting car sick), dinner at a Sonic Drive-In (um, that may have been my request), and finally late-night bowling with the DeLorean Mid-Atlantic Club.
Home at 1:30am. Two exhausted boys.