Who doesn't love to bowl? I mean really, so its a little creepy; rented shoes, fingers in dark holes that have been occupied by who knows what and who, stinky lanes, generally icky crowd, etc. You know what I'm talking about. But when you live where I do, it's a whole other story.
*Heavenly Choirs Here*
I am telling you, BYU Bowling is the only way to go! Okay, so it's still bowling, and I do still feel the constant need to wash my hands; but it's WAY better than any other bowling alley in the world. It's recently been re-done, which really helps. It's very clean, no smoke, lots of family, no foul language, and the most obscene thing you'll see is a freshman couple canoodling while they bowl. No "tramp stamps" from every ones behind, (well, at least we hope not) no drug deals in the back corner, and they even - drumroll - have all the lights on! It's great.
You may be able to tell that I grew up bowling at a less than classy joint. (I probably learned what the word "joint" meant, while bowling there.) You all know how I feel about the "bubble" and "happy valley." But this, I'll take.
It's good, clean, family fun - I tell you!
Please notice that I was ahead the whole game! Then, out of no where, Peter side swiped me and WON! Arghh! Oh well. And Roo had two spares and a strike. LOVE the gutter-rails.
So the next time you're in the land of sweet perfection, or at least that's what they like you to think, come on down to The Wilkie for a round of bowling! We'll tag along and have a fan-diddly-tastic time.
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