Bowling for good times

This evening all of the faculty went bowling and then for drinks afterwards. I managed to get a strike right in the beginning but unlike everybody else who improved I just seemed to get progressively worse as the evening wore on. At one point I think my finger got caught in the ball as I was hurling it up the alley - it launched into the air and landed with such a resounding thud that I was convinced I had broken the surface of the bowling alley.

After that we went for drinks in the humming nightlife of down town St. Charles which was cool except for the fact that Kippy over here swapped bags just before she went out and arrived at the bar only to realise that she had left her passport (and only form of ID) in her other bag at the Q centre. For those of you that don't know, in the States everyone has to show some form of ID when they go into a drinking establishment - it doesn't matter if you walk in with a blue rinse and a Zimmer frame, you still have to show that you are over 21. Luckily for me the owner intervened. "No she's definitely over 21!" he exclaimed. I felt a little insulted I have to admit but mostly just relieved that he let me in.