(080512) last weekend i embarked on two guys 30th birthdays with all their friends. Chris and Nick. So i show up at the venue at 4:30p on saturday. Now first off its 45 POME's and me. A POME is a Prisoner Of Mother England. I got mistaken for a canadian way too many times for me to allow for it to slide. the first time i just gave the look like you have to be kidding me, right? but by the 3rd of 4th time it was like, 'look mutherfucker i am american, they learned soon enough. so the venue is this place called STRIKES on Darling Habour, thats right my friends a bowling alley. this is my chance, this is my chance to show them the skills!?! We walk in and this place looks like a fucking strip club. the strobes, the black lights, endless supply of booze, and the sexiest music video on a big screen above all the pins. i order a kirin and jump on the first of the 5 lanes with chris, pres, nick and this girl named, ah shit i forget. i'm the worst with names. i put down an 8 on the first set of pins and feel a bit discouraged, especially when everybody now knows i am an american and americans invented the passtime of bowling (right?) so i should be awesome. after oral abuse and tongue lashing from the brits, i tell them to check this shit out. i stand up on the lane and thunder my ball down the wooden planks. i probably threw that ball halfway to the pins. smack, boom, pow, crack. i busted up those pins like a high school kegger. it was on. i turned to face the crowd with a smirk. you know the one. it was four more strikes before i let in a spare. confidence was high. highfives were to the left, to the right. thats right. so at this point i glance at the other scoreboards. its like i was at a sixth grade birthday party. the highest score was like a 25 after 5 sets of pins. do i let up with the wrath of gray. never. i ended the game with a 185, not my best but clearly a decent score. the next game i had to cut back the magic so i didn't get the rep of being a pro...i didn't want to be looked at like i owned by own ball and glove, you know. also the booze started to affect my clear lines, one or the other i fell to a 135. thats respectful, and no one was the wiser! (a month ago) its been rainy and cold here in sydney this weekend, so i headed for pitt street mall to do some shopping. since it was cold and i was in a tshirt i went into the first store i came across and bought 3 sweaters and a scarf, it'l probably be 75 tomorrow, oh well. so i continue to wonder the mall, cause really, what else do i have to do? on the 4th story pushed back in a corner i find a gem. this giant toy store. not just any toy store this place is for all ages, but targets the geekier kid to adult. model airplanes, cars, ships, tanks etc plus action figures. this place is two stories and massive. as i am wondering around i start to notice their are no kids in this place, just fat ponytailed men ...comicbook guy was everywhere, worst.model.ever. remember the racetrac's with the wired controller and the two cars that zinged around the track connected by needle? they had every young boys dream track - this sucker massive with loopdeloops and the worx. so, after 30 or so minutes in this place i really felt my inner nerd starting to come alive, i exited shortly afterwards. i may still have to back for one of those model airplanes though...(4 months ago)its 3 in the morning and something is running around in my attic tearing up shit, its haunting my dreams. so i'm up for the moment wasting time. i turned 31 the other day, and as exciting as it sounds, the next day was hell. its hard to just "recover" from a hangover these days. i spent my day watching american gangster. i thought it was pretty good, esp how this thug was from nc, no less. chalk that up as another plus 1 for the north cacalac.
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