Thanks to all who made it out to Strike Bethesda. Ray (who has his own equipment--uh, bowling equipment) and Mike trounced the rest of us, and yours truly came in dead last both games (shocking, I know). Let's all offer our condolences to Ray for the major suckitude of his beloved Baltimore Crows today. Oh, I mean Ravens, Baltimore Ravens. Crow is what they were eating. My bad.
And now that Ray is no longer speaking to me, I'd also like to thank Julie for her titillating stories about landlording DC luminaries, Maureen for her wicked-awesome Trogdor shirt, and Hannah for her just general wicked-awesomeness. Not only did all you other losers miss out on cheese fries, pizza and beer, you also missed out on our excellent renditions of 80s pop songs and free washingtonpost.com swag. washingtonpost.com bowling shirts, to be exact. Special thanks to Tim, our new favorite lurker who stopped by to give us all free bowling shirts from the washingtonpost.com promotional closet. We are so stylin' now. And Tim, be sure to thank your daughter again for bowling that frame for me, she really upped my score. Maybe you should encourage her interest--there might be college bowling scholarships after all. PS. For my parking lot buddies, here's that Techno link so that you know what Maureen and I were on about: http://www.homestarrunner.com/sbemail45.html
