A quick call to all the local bowling alleys reveals that all of them have league bowling on Saturday nights...except Bonduel lanes. So us girls pop in the car and head to Bonduel. As we drive in, we realize that Bonduel is a magical place where spelling champs of the 80s reigned supreme! Their city sign proclaims this land as "Wis Spelling Capital." We snap pictures and all I keep thinking is:
GAME ON BONDUEL SPELLING CHAMPS!
Look ma! No electronics at this here bowlin' alley! Shit. We have to do math and remember how to score bowling. We immediately assign K-Dawg scorer. After all, she took bowling in college. Neat!
OMG OMG OMG OMG. Three "alligator" drinks for the girls cost me ONLY $7.50 in Bonduel. THREE! TALLS! MINIMAL ICE! Who cares if we have to do math! WHEE!OMG OMG OMG... Did you notice the NASCAR cup and the BENDY STRAW?
I begin to fall in love with small town Wisconsin.
K-Dawg in fine bowling form for the evening....
Whup whup. We score a bowling ball named "Lutz"
Ok. My brain hurts at the thought of this contraction: Lee'z
...and yes, the ceiling was that dirty.
Remember how I said GAME ON Bonduel? Remember? Yes, in the one space we stopped in Bonduel we found a misspelling. CONGRADULATIONS BONDUEL! You made my night.
Pickled Eggs: 75 cents
Everything else: priceless
Artistic bowling alley shot.
Who you callin a ho?!?!?
2 comments:
OMG, Sfoofie, you always crack me up! :)
Did you really fall in love with small-town Wisconsin? Really?! :)
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