In one of our just because trips, Mike and I went exploring while our hostess babysat. We walked from Center City to Northern Liberties and discovered an adorable little bowling alley called North Bowl. Mike absolutely loves bowling so we stopped in for a beer, a couple games and some photobooth fun.
|I could stare at that heiny all day. TMI?|
Next up, we did a little bowling. The games are a bit pricier than in Western Mass, where we usually go bowling, but the alley was so adorable and hip, it didn't really matter. The main downside? The lanes were so slick that Mike's curve ball (what's it called?) kept going straight to the gutter. That's what happens when you usually play at an alley whose lanes haven't been shined in a while. Despite Mike's many gutter balls, I still don't think I won a single game.
After our failed bowling attempts, we decided to drop our final bits of cash on some photobooth pictures. I get giddy whenever I see one of these booths, a trait I get from my sister who is always on top of squeezing everyone into a booth and cheesing away. Our photos came out super underexposed, so we took some free ones on my point and shoot. I love them just as much.
|His favorite face to make. I usually just close my eyes and love him anyway.|
|Oh yeah, and there was gummy bacon. But unless it tastes like bacon, I don't want it. Actually even then, I probably don't want it. Just give me real bacon.|