We had a staff meeting tonight at Lucky Strike at Hollywood and Highland. I hadn't been there before and it was great to see the old Hollywood Star Lanes stars on the walls. We played on four lanes with teams of 11 people. I know. Crazy, right? I love bowling but rarely get to do it. I used to bowl a lot more back home and at the occasional Tower party. Who knew it was so physically demanding? One of my friends dislocated her thumb (I wince every time I think of it), although she says it's an old recurring injury. Another gal did something to her knee. I didn't see the injury occur, just the aftermath of her being on the ground and the hot paramedics taking her away. And I pulled something in my left thigh. I'm not sure what it was, but walking is painful and my game (not the best to begin with) went downhill from there. I hang my head in shame as I admit to bowling a pathetic 79. In my defense, I was bowling for three. One of my teammates had to leave early and another teammate recently had wrist surgery. While she did her best for the first five frames, her wrist was hurting too much to continue. So, two of our best bowlers and I took turns covering their turns as well as our own.
In other news, I got a letter from my mother in response to the first couple of sunset letters. Predictably, it was filled with guilt-inducing phrases such as "I guess you're getting your news from other sources, so I don't have anything to say" and "a post card doesn't take much time to write" and an inquiry as to whether I've eloped or "run off with Tami?" (my friend with whom I moved out here in the first place) Now, where would I run off with Tami to? Wouldn't moving 3000 miles away from our families constitute running off? And is this Mom's half-joking insinuation that I'm gay? [Not the first time, either--when I moved here with Tami 12 years ago, she asked if it was so we could "be gay together"] I knitted her a tiny heart from Mochimochi Land tonight when I got home to prove that I still love her.