Party Like it's 1959

Before all the mayhem with the house next door (previous post) Lindsay and I had a nice date night. Originally headed down the loaf-around-on-the-couch path we resurrected ourselves and chowed down on some pizza from Spiro's on California Ave. We had some nearly healthy vegetable thing that was surprisingly good considering it had cucumber on it. Then went bowling at West Seattle Bowl. Yep, bowling. We decided that we're proto-cool, as in cool before people even know it. We're proto-cool because we got there at 8:30 and the nice guy running the lanes gave us our own private side of the house. Everyone else he stacked on the other side. We were alone that is, until 'The Professional' came and set up shop a few lanes away from us. The guy was dressed like the unabomber who came with his own black ball, black shoes and bowled silently by himself. Ignoring The Professional and playing game after game at our own private bowling alley. We downed a pitcher of beer, knocked a few pins down and had a good time.