A few weekends ago, Mike and I went bowling with my brother and his girlfriend. I am not going to lie, I hate doing stuff. I look at these couples that are always out on adventures and what not, and I think, “Why are you always doing stuff? What’s so wrong with just staying in?” So, you can imagine how I felt when I was outvoted three to one to go bowling. We went to the old family bowling alley in my hometown where my other brother used to be in a little kid bowling league. I walked down the stairs into the alley and instantly was taken back in time. That classic bowling alley smell, you know what I am talking about, like years of imbedded smoke. The look of the place was just as I remembered, straight out of the seventies. We tried to get a lane, but the crotchety staff said they were having league night, so we had to leave. Phew! I don’t have to do stuff na-na-na-na-boo-boo! Off to play trivia at Buffalo Wild Wings, like I originally wanted to. We played one round of trivia only to discover from the waitress that there was …

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