Last night, we all went bowling. Upon our arrival at the bowling alley, we were excited to see many open lanes, which would mean no wait and instant bowling gratification. Unfortunately for us, a slight snag would hold up our gratification. We were placed on a waiting list, about 7 spots down. Um… why? I would say. Repeatedly. I noticed the 10 lanes free. We all did. So we decided we would get beers and wait it out. Pitchers flowed. Conversation flowed. And then, in walked the strangest group of people we had ever seen. Seriously, some even dubbed it, “A night out from the halfway house”. There was every kind of person you could imagine in this group, and it was then that we knew why the lanes were reserved; perhaps it WAS night out from the half-way house.
As the strangely fit and buff people made their way over to the reserved lanes, we began to make up stories about each of the interesting characters we saw. There was Christine, a former prostitute, who’s mother had sold her into white slavery 2 years ago. The man her mother sold her to was Ted, a man of 65, who was more of a father figure than slave owner to dear Christine. Perhaps the most interesting, was the guy that was literally covered from head to toe in Corona regalia. Knit cap, button up shirt, undershirt, pants, and I can imagine underwear and socks, were all emblazoned with Corona emblems, bottles, and images. His story, was that he is the bitter bastard son of the owner of Corona, and this is his silent protest at having no stake at the family fortune.
After we had a few laughs, James decided to ask one of the fittest people on earth what the deal with this group really was. Turns out, they were circus people. Performing in a show at the Fox. They do 9 shows a week. Now I know why they were so fit. Now I know why it was the strangest match up of a group I have ever seen. Now I know why Alan feared them. They were circus people.
As the night went on, they only got more interesting. These people really love to bowl, at least, their performance while bowling certainly suggests they do. I have never seen a group of people so animated and on fire with bowling as this group. Every roll elicited screams of joy and encouragement from the group. It was later identified that they were all so positive about life, and were all genuinely having a fantastic time with one another. Wow. All that happiness… Maybe I should join the circus.
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