floating sunshine out his butt

That was the birthday boy, trailing his balloon parrot down the bowling lane. It was an eventful night, with two personal all-time highs: Anuj, spinning 147, and Zeynep with a 122. Lava had a turkey and he and Luscious both had four baggers. Lava actually rolled five strikes in a row (there was a game break) and had an 8 frame streak with 7 strikes and 1 spare. (Ok. I admit it. I was impressed.)
Someone(s) contributed quite actively to this week’s notes, editing, drawing, revising, and altering the codes to obscure their originally intended meaning. The uncertainty this inspired occurred simultaneously with the recounting of an earthquake dream resulting in sleepwalking. “We have earthquakes all the time in my country – ‘Get out of the house!‘” Don’s need to publish a paper continues to trump blog-updating. They don’t make cup sizes large enough for 9 pounders. (Welcome to my world.)
Bowling continued, per usual. “It’s my hair,” when things didn’t go quite as one planned. “Be humble,” when you get a strike (as if!) When trouble begins to loom (not that it would, not with us), “I don’t speak the language.” There were a few fingerpuppet associations. I was the monkey, in desperate need of advice from the parrot. The elephant whipped our butts in game one but moaned that I’d scored higher than him in later games (not new!) There was the frog that roared, the goose/swan that wanted to be a duck, the panda (or was it polar?) bear, gopher, and lion (chosen for being of the feline persuasion).
The lion was selected by the birthday boy, affectionately known as poonte, who may have been a tad bit overoiled for the evening’s serious competition. I mean, come on! Luscious actually catapulted Lava right through the air onto his back! This was after Lava had tossed a 10-lb bowling ball at me and before he nearly knocked the b’day boy over and the two practically wound up in a wrestling match. [Note: bowling is a non-contact sport.]
Any gender confusion at the bowling alley was left there when we moved to the Iron Horse for salsa. I received a number of good lessons and a showing-up by the birthday boy himself in terms of knee-dexterity. I had a serious problem bowling straight tonight, but I was a good foil for dancing. I mean, how much trouble could a guy get into if he was dancing with me?

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