Here’s to Bowling
One time, in a moment of weakness, I gave Joey my permission to sign us both up for a bowling league. It was a Christmas present to him.
And that was two years ago.
And I’ve somehow managed to weasel my way out of actually bowling in any leagues for the past two years. It’s an accomplishment I’m quite proud of.
It’s not that I hate bowling all that much. Okay, it’s kind of that. But it’s also because I plain suck at bowling. Once I turned 16 and bumpers were no longer an option, bowling became way less fun. And the other thing is… Joey is good. Like has his own rolling bowling bag good. Like has bowled in weekly leagues since he was born good. Like bowled two perfect games already this year good.
Why he even wants to be seen with me in a bowling alley is beyond me.
Also beyond me? Why he felt this sudden urge to actually take me up on my Christmas present offer now. Two years later. And I’m having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that we’re actually signed up and tonight at 7 PM I will be embarrassing myself bowling in front of a bunch of people who actually know what they’re doing.
We’ve already bought me a pair of my own super stylish bowling shoes that are going to look great with skinny jeans. And then we hit the lanes, you know, just to practice. And I proceeded to bowl 4 gutter balls in a row. It’s all getting a little too real.
Hey look, I broke 100!
And right now, I’m really wishing I had put an expiration date on that Christmas present.
On Mother’s Day…
I hope you celebrated all the amazing mothers out there.
I hope you realized how much you appreciate your own mother.
I hope you spoiled her with brunch.
I hope you told her how much you love her.
Because Mom, I truly do.
Hoping all the mothers and mother-figures alike got the recognition they deserved today!
Firsts
My mom and I have this relationship, you see.
It goes like this. She invites me over. Actually, more like she lures me over with the promise of delicious things. Then she feeds me those delicious things. In her nice remodeled kitchen. With her nice cooking gadgets and appliances. Then she whines, “Noooooo” when I say I’m going home at the end of the night.
It’s nice. Except that last part. That’s kind of annoying.
So that’s how it works and it’s never the other way around. Meaning, I never have my mom over. I mean she’s the seasoned entertainer, the better cook and the owner of a much nicer home than mine. But after hearing that we had had Joey’s mom over for dinner a couple weeks ago she was all in a huff than we never have her over. Mom envy. It’s serious stuff. Coincidentally, my uncle had sent me some fresh crab straight from Louisiana and said “find a good crab cake recipe and surprise your mama.” I have the best family.
So, I invited my mom over and then out of courtesy I invited my dad and sister. Just kidding, I was glad to have them. And I made something I’ve never made before and that I needed to be just as perfect as everything my mom makes when I go over to her place. I really enjoy putting as much pressure as possible on myself.
Anyways, as flustered as I felt at the beginning, everything turned out really great. And the crab cakes were pretty delicious if I do say myself, but I guess the credit for the recipe has to go to my uncle. I guess. But really, I’m so glad he found me such a good one.
And I pretty much wanted to drink the ravigote sauce. Which is still an option, seeing as we demolished the crab cakes and still have extra sauce left over.
Then afterwards we all went out for froyo, where my parents met Joey’s dad for the first time. Yes, we’ve been together for five years and yes, I said for the first time. Froyo brings people together.
And now I’m ready to go back to that relationship where my mom has me over and cooks me things.
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Do you live somewhere where you can get fresh seafood?
Do you ever have your parents over or is it usually the other way around?
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