The first evening we were in Winfield, Jeanne and I took the girls to Dairy Freeze. Dairy Freeze has the best chicken strips ever. It is our little town jewel. It has been in business since the beginning of our memories. We sat in the game room in the back eating our chicken. Jeanne and I had chicken salad sandwiches. The little ones had the incredibly good chicken strips. The girls played air hockey. Bethany played a round of Miss Pac Man. It was a good bit of time, which led into an incredibly fun time the following day. We picked up four free passes for a game of bowling at Towne and Country Lanes in Nitro that evening.
I love bowling! I never really enjoyed it before the anti smoking laws because every time I went as a kid I would come home very ill with a headache and be nauseous from the smoke. We went at two o'clock in the afternoon. There were only two other couples bowling at the time. The air was clean, but smelled a bit like the seventies. We donned fancy bowling shoes and picked out our bowling balls. Put the bumpers in place. Set up the score board, which is now a modern flat screen with cool graphics juxtaposed with the seventies orange seats. And began to bowl.
The girls were so cute. They would help each other wait for the ball to reach the pins, which took quite a long time. The smallest ball in the place was six pounds, which is a enormous amount of weight to push down a lane for forty pound girls. Natalie said it made her arms tired to push the ball. The girls would hold each other after every single roll in anticipation of what might happen. They would cheer each other on. Jeanne and I were proud of ourselves too. We played with the bumpers up too. I bowled a strike. Jeanne was winning until the last frame. I won by three points. I won't publish the scores because we were playing with bumpers, and would still probably be embarrassed with our points in comparison to those who play without bumpers. One game was enough for our arms, but we will definitely bowl again. Now that we can breathe in the alley.
The first evening we were in Winfield, Jeanne and I took the girls to Dairy Freeze. Dairy Freeze has the best chicken strips ever. It is our little town jewel. It has been in business since the beginning of our memories. We sat in the game room in the back eating our chicken. Jeanne and I had chicken salad sandwiches. The little ones had the incredibly good chicken strips. The girls played air hockey. Bethany played a round of Miss Pac Man. It was a good bit of time, which led into an incredibly fun time the following day. We picked up four free passes for a game of bowling at Towne and Country Lanes in Nitro that evening.
I love bowling! I never really enjoyed it before the anti smoking laws because every time I went as a kid I would come home very ill with a headache and be nauseous from the smoke. We went at two o'clock in the afternoon. There were only two other couples bowling at the time. The air was clean, but smelled a bit like the seventies. We donned fancy bowling shoes and picked out our bowling balls. Put the bumpers in place. Set up the score board, which is now a modern flat screen with cool graphics juxtaposed with the seventies orange seats. And began to bowl.
The girls were so cute. They would help each other wait for the ball to reach the pins, which took quite a long time. The smallest ball in the place was six pounds, which is a enormous amount of weight to push down a lane for forty pound girls. Natalie said it made her arms tired to push the ball. The girls would hold each other after every single roll in anticipation of what might happen. They would cheer each other on. Jeanne and I were proud of ourselves too. We played with the bumpers up too. I bowled a strike. Jeanne was winning until the last frame. I won by three points. I won't publish the scores because we were playing with bumpers, and would still probably be embarrassed with our points in comparison to those who play without bumpers. One game was enough for our arms, but we will definitely bowl again. Now that we can breathe in the alley.
No comments:
Post a Comment