I cannot believe that after a few clicks, I will have TWO blog posts dedicated to my arch nemesis, Patrick Welsh. ughhh...I'll try to keep this short and sweet.
So Patrick had his like millionth birthday a couple weekends ago. Basically Patrick is the [crotchety old] grandfather of our group. He is even older than Josh, y'all. It's kind of embarrassing that we hang out with him...but we just do it out of charity to make him look good.
In fact, he is sooooo old that we [reluctantly] gave him a Shoney's gift card and a bingo set for his birthday and he was thrilled.
And what do you do for "fun" for an old man's birthday? duh-you go bowling.
Josh was thrilled.
So we got to the good ol alley at 4 PM (about an hour before birthday boy's bedtime), and it was packed! So we hit up the happy hour while we waited for a lane to clear.
Yes, y'all. I had a baby...in a bar...a bowling alley bar nonetheless.
In all fairness, the accommodations were pretty impressive, and we might make this a regular Friday night thing.
Our reservation was finally called and my friends impressed me in three different ways:
#1 - Birthday boy had his own bowling shirt. He bowled a turkey and he beat me. As much as I hate to admit it, Patrick's game certainly impressed me.
#2 - Camille came outta nowhere and showed them boys how it's really done. She also bowled a turkey. Camille's skills impressed the heck outta me.
#3 - Pete Perryman is so freaking terrible at bowling, it's actually impressive how embarrassing it was to have him in our group:
In all fairness, we really did have a blast (except for Scottie...he wasn't drinking).
After bowling, we headed to Misaka for some hibachi and sake.
Even old men can have a good time. Happy Birthday, Patrick :)
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