His failure
It has already been established that I cannot bowl [entry]. Last night I discovered that I am so bad at bowling that my aura of crapness actually disrupts the games of anyone who tries to bowl near me.
Following December's debacle I vowed never to go again, but last night was my housemate's birthday, so I went along to help him celebrate. He managed to annihilate me[1] (as did everyone else in the group). I'm comfortable with my ineptitude, but why did I have to humiliate myself so in front of two of the prettiest girls I know?
It'll be a while before I live that one down :(
Other than that it was a good night. I got reasonably drunk, and enjoyed everything not bowling related. I think next time I'll stick to what I do best; skip the bowling and meet them for drinks after.
2 Comments:
1. Publicist? Beeyatch!
2. HHH, Pedigree? NERD!!
Ta for b'day message. Btw, bad-at-bowling thing must be genetic, I suck as well. Later, bruh.
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Anonymous, at 10:35 am
Ohkay, I didn't realise they let you leave your name like that. Must be new; I don't get many comments on this 'ere blog thing.
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Kevin, at 3:00 pm
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