We are back from bowling. Other than Anne’s epic performance, the event was a great diversion from the devastation of Hurricane Irene. Also, I suffered the most painful injury of my lifetime. After the thirtieth straight roll where my ball found the heart of the pocket and did not result in a strike, I fell to the ground in mock agony. As I flopped around the floor to express my frustration with bowling, I either broke every one of my ribs or severely pulled a muscle. I now feel like my abdomen has winds gusting upwards of 110 miles an hour and I am in class 4 pain.
Thankfully, we are now back at the safe house and Anne’s parents spent the afternoon preparing typical hurricane snacks:
- pigs in a blanket
- meatball sliders
- an apple pie
- a vegetable quiche
- cheese and crackers
If this searing pain in my side does not go away, at least I’ll be in a food coma for the rest of the night.
Also, I bowled four games: 127; 144; 152; 72 (post injury.)