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Wednesday, April 20, 2005

I am judgemental

This past weekend a group of friends and I went bowling at Diversy Rock N' Bowl. First of all, I hate it there. I'm not a big fan of rock n' bowl to begin with. The strobe lights, black lights, blarring music and fog machines are just not my cup of tea. The balls there are greasy (pause for a giggle thinking of greasy balls) because there are a lot of little kid's birthday parties there and greasy pizza is served and unlike myself, these kids haven't learned to wipe there greasy hands on their pants before they bowl. The frozen pizza they heated up for me was too expense, the lanes are too expensive ($32 an hour!!!) but most of all, their late night clientel sucks. Personally, I prefer to bowl with balding, middle aged men with tattoos, facial hair and beer bellys. You get none of this at rock n' bowl. Instead, every bimbo in a tube top and every smug, overly confident dude go there for fun. My comrades and I were having a fine time before the lane next to us was overrun by the aforementioned folks. There was one chica in particular that made me grit my teeth and glare in disgust. She was about 5'7, bleached blonde, wearing a tube topish shit and painted on jeans. I hated her before I saw her bowl and dispised her after. She was good. REAL good. And nothing would have made me happier than to punch her in the face. Jackie and Lara agreed with my assessment. They thought she was a nasty bitch too. She did this stupid "shake my butt and put my hands over my head when I get a strike" dance the made my blood boil. I'm all for a celebratory dance...in fact, I demand it. However celebratory dances are supposed to come from a silly, happy, effusive and uncontrollable place within. They are not about looking cute. The opposite is true. They are about looking as ridiculous as possible. We told Lara's husband, Rick, about our analysis of the girl, and he just didn't understand it. So for all you guys out there who don't understand how a woman can hate another woman she has never even met, here are some clues. 1. She wears her hair down while bowling. No one who has long hair does that because it gets in your face. 2. I already discussed the stupid dance. 3. Tube top. There is a certain kind of girl who wears a tube top bowling (there is a certain kind of girl who wears a tube top ever, but that is another blog altogether and sometimes good girls make bad clothing decisions when they are going to a bar). She was busting out of this tube top and it was not condusive to the movement neccesary for bowling. 4. She was with other people who also looked almost as annoying as her. 5. She was a good bowler. You can't be gussied up and a good bowler. I'm sorry but that means that I just have to hate you. So why have I spent the last few minutes ranting about a girl who I don't know and who probably didn't even notice I was next to her, thinking of more reasons not to like her? Because I didn't have anything else more interesting to write about. I guess if I have nothing more interesting to write about than my dislike for a stranger, I'm the big loser in the end. So be it.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I know better than to make fun of that girl. I saw her when we were bowling. Any woman who can have that much plastic in her body and bowl that well has made a deal with the Devil. Yes, that's right, El Diablo himself with his eternal hellfire is awaiting her blond locks in the cavernous depths of Hell for her. So I would not want to get mixed up with that sort of evil. As for the poor guy with her I have read what a succubus can do and let me tell you, it ain't pretty.

;)

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