Dempsey was ready for the wintry mix outside. Nice booties!
Fool dog loves the snow and can't seem to focus on anything when there's a few inches of fresh powder to play in. He's mentally about two blocks down the street in this next shot.
And the aftermath:
Way too much food was eaten at Dim Sum, but we managed to avoid eating any sort of tentacles or chicken feet. The custard filled, steamed rolls were incredible as were the shrimp and leek dumplings. Yesterday marked the return of Asian Baby Elvis to the bowling ranks . . . could this be the start of a new traditions? Gluttony followed by bowling sin?
Our bowling performance and technique was for the most part an affront to bowling convention. We managed to scrape some respectable scores if you count anything over 50 as respectable. Pinkerton showed the most natural talent, I showed the most grace under pressure, pulling out the one pin victory by filling the tenth frame with three strikes in a row in the second game. Keely proved to be the most flap able, as we could all get her into a fit of laughter, making bowling immediately after an impossibility.
Sport Bowl on Broadway used to be somewhat of a dump. In it's new version The Falcon it caters to a much different crowd . . . us. There are now usable bathrooms, the PA system was playing some great music, and best of all it is no longer a 3.2 bar. There is a full bar, restaurant, live music venue, etc, etc. The only thing that didn't change were the lanes. Look for me there on December 26th for my birthday.
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