It's the little things...

... that make life interesting. 

We went bowling the other night. Cosmic bowling. The lights were off, and the blacklights were on. All white clothing and teeth glowed brightley, just like the neon green and orange bowling pins. There was about 9 of us bowling. I rolled maybe two strikes the whole night, partly because i am not that good of a bowler, and partly because I naturally have a bit of a left spin, and the lanes (especially the right one) bank left just before the pins. 

The bowling alley was installed by the U.S. Navy in 1961. There are two lanes (numbered "3" and "4"). The pin-setting is done manually, by pin-monkeys - using Brunswick's last remaining functional manual pinsetting machine on earth. Brunswick offered to buy the machine off of the NSF, who refused. Brunswick wanted to put this bowling alley in a bowling museum somewhere. They offered to send down a state of the art automated pin-setting machine to sweeten the deal. Still no. It is probably best left the way it is. The pin-monkeys heckle us from behind the wall. They cajole us via hand-written note placed in the thumb hole prior to sending our balls back up the ball return. 

Like a few other times over the past year, I shot photos of the event, which probably annoyed the hell out of my fellow bowlers - but it didn't help me score any higher. 

Brian and Holly manually scoring...

Two bowling balls - one 11-pounder and one full of hot air. 

Kim rolls a strike. 

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Brian was the only league bowler among us. He put us to shame.