"gutterball" sounds totally inappropriate

but in a fun way!

last night i met s, his workmates, the roommates, and eventually some college friends of the roommates at the gutter bar, which, as it sounds, is a bar with bowling. which is the best idea ever in my opinion. i LOVE bowling. like a lot of things i find hilarious and a lot of fun, i am super bad at bowling (which generally ups the hilarity on my part, and the eye-rolling on the part of my companions.) i don't necessarily want to get better, either. i've had lots of people try to coach me and it's a no-go. i am particularly bad without bumpers. oh yeah, and after a few beers.

we took the train after work, and had to wander through williamsburg, which to me usually looks like a set from a movie about hip kids living down-and-out lives. which i guess it is, and is why it appeals so much to people who are not me, who hyperventilates about walking alone down streets of what look like abandoned warehouses. i mean, i wasn't alone last night, but still. anyways, the gutter bar looks like another abandoned warehouse until you get inside and then it looks like a sweet bar. four of us were earlier (by about two hours) than everyone else, so we drank beer and told jokes and watched the place fill up. the bar and lanes are divided by old windows (it sort of looks like an old auto shop) and they have eight lanes, which means there is a bit of a wait. which also means that you get progressively more likely to be bad at bowling as the pitchers flow. there was something like eight or nine of us by the time our number got called, so we decided to bowl in loose teams. well, s and i bowled as an acceptable team, r. love and camp bowled alone, i think cole and brian also went solo, and dsil (my other roommate) occasionally let some cute girl throw it into the gutter. we were all uniformly pretty bad (i mean, no one even broke 100), but it was pretty hilarious watching us. i kept waiting to throw a ball that would skitter cartoon-style across the lanes and down someone else's gutter. i really need those bumpers, man. and speaking of bumps, i am the dumbest. i bowled some horrible bowl, and slank back to my seat and, trying to be funny, went to put my head in my hands and instead cracked my head against the chair. it hurt so bad that i actually cried. in the bar. (i have never cried in a bar before. i'm not that kind of girl.) i awoke this morning with a doozy of a bruisey (ha ha ha! i made that up this morning. so maybe there was some kind of head trauma.) but it makes me laugh now, not cry, so i think i'm gonna be ok. anyways, these are the kind of nights i need more of. i had a lot of fun, talking and drinking and laughing and meeting new people and bowling and making a fool of myself.

i worked six days this past week, swapping friday for sunday, so i am now in the midst of a glorious three day weekend. hooray for presidents! which means that today is like a free day, so it is totally ok that i slept in, ate a bagel, watched project runway, took a nap, took a shower, and am now sitting here, reading and blogging. s is working until 9-ish, and then i think we are going to a movie. tomorrow we are going to the whitney, i think (unless we go the free route and hit up the met) and monday my friend's band is playing at the knitting factory and i have promised my attendance. these three days promise to be lovely, so i in turn promise more updates. do you have weekend plans?