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Bowler city
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:
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.)
Bowler city
At the bowling alley. Anne’s amazing performance against me could be disastrous when we are locked in the house together for the next two days. I’ve bowled ten times with Anne before and her score today vastly exceeds her lifetime total. Ben has started calling her “the duke.”