Today, we went to one of our favorite places, Boston Bowl. They give you a free pair of socks every time you go, and I’m not exaggerating when I say we have at least 12 pairs of Boston Bowl socks. I didn’t try to destroy the kids, but I did legitimately try my best to beat them. Here’s how it went down.
I tried bowling like grown ups do. I tried bowling through the middle of my legs. I tried bowling-billiards, playing off the bumpers. Whatever I did, I failed. And so this happened:
After the bowling debacle (or triumph, depending on whom you ask), we hit the “arcave.” Hazy and George’s favorite game was Ghostbusters, followed closely by a Spongebob-themed version of one of those suckah games where you try to push the quarters over the edge and it always seems like the next quarter will be the one that does it but it never is.