We're here for a visit with Grandma doing the regular stuff. Except it has not stopped raining since I started driving down Interstate 5 on Sunday. So we're doing the regular inside stuff. Which is very limited when your kids don't want to go to the movie theater because they suck. That leaves shopping, an activity that I try to avoid at all cost if I have my children with me, and bowling.
On Tuesday we bowled and it was epic. My daughter developed her own technique - carrying the ball to the lane, setting it down and rolling it as hard as she could. My son would run and then throw the ball with both hands. My parents used to be in a league in the 80s and I used to roam around the bowling alley when I could escape the daycare area, which I almost always could. We'd eat nachos and hot dogs and play video games while grown men and women in silky polyester team shirts flirted, cursed, smoked and bowled their hearts out. The eighties were so awesome.
We'd go there as teenagers too. And sometimes on college break. So Tustin Lanes holds many vague but happy memories for me. And now maybe it does for them too. My son was especially enamored by the shoes. How many times I contemplated stealing a pair of bowling shoes in high school. I even came a few times with flip flops so I wouldn't miss the shoes left behind. Alas, no hope for this goody two shoes.
The 80's were indeed awesome.
ReplyDeleteAs is bowling and its adorkalbe footwear. I'm making a new year's resolution to steal a pair.
I love how much history you have in that bowling alley!
ReplyDeletemademoiselle mishmish is growing up so fast...what a cutie!
ReplyDeleteMy mom was in a league there in the 80's too. I remember the daycare room having huge carpeted platforms you could climb on and a sun mural on the wall. There was a woman who worked the daycare named Flo, who was your classic grizzled old lady. She was awesome :)
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