Well, my amazingly wonderful best friend sisters and I would always go out to celebrate our birthdays. Because we knew in advance that we were going to behave badly, we had alter-egos. I was Vivian.
This particular night the laughs and margaritas were flowing freely. After we decided we'd had enough, we got gas-station hamburgers, went to a neighborhood park and played on the equipment for awhile, then Linda got the bright idea to go bowling at the all night bowling joint. Sounded good to us - it was only 1am and who wanted to go home yet? (I won't divulge our ages at the time this happened, but I will say that it was sister Bev's 30th birthday and out of the 5 of us kids, she was the youngest. I'm the oldest.)
So we went to the bowling alley, got our fungus-y rented shoes put on, selected bowling bowls, and bowled one game. Then we decided to up the ante and do a little "strip bowling." We can either go back in there the summer of 2030, or when he77 freezes over - whichever comes first.