I went to a kids birthday bowling party last weekend at Tustin Lanes. I got a strike the first time I rolled the ball. I also got one of the top scores, but most of the other bowlers were six and seven years old. It was fun to play with bumpers. That was the good news.
The bad news is that about half the kids got sick. Those poor little kindergarteners spent the last week of school hacking like old chain-smokers.
Was it the pizza? The cake? or the smoking and karaoke in the lounge?