Early on, a mysterious cowboy(Jamil) joined our group. He brought a generous donation of vodka and cream, which we're pretty sure he wrote a check for. The cowboy, in dude's clothing, stayed around for most of the night, but then disappeared once it was time for bowling.
Walter(Jason) joined us in his usual 'Nam' apparel. He didn't curse as much as usual and he didn't seem to mind bowling on the sabbath. Maybe he was feeling good because Donnie wasn't around.
To ad to the excitement, some Nihilists(Carolina and Evan), arrived in dark clothing and tight pants. "I mean, say what you like about the tenets of National Socialism, Dude, at least it's an ethos." Luckily, their threats to cut off my 'Johnson' were derailed by a few glasses full of 'Caucasians'.
The garage was packed by 8:30pm. All the wonderful dudes and dudettes kept the garage nice and warm with the fire and their bath-robed body heat.
After the movie, we milled around the back yard trying to decided how to safely get to Roxy Ann Lanes. Somehow our host got continually distracted, but eventually came to and started putting plans into motion.
We arrived at the lanes safely. Then we quickly made our orders for food and more White Russians. Bowling groups were organized and the tournament began.
Another party, with some fellow rock climbers, was at the lanes. They gave us some supportive cheers and a slow clap here and there. What a great night to get your 'roll' on.
Per usual, Jay showed up late out of costume. Shame on you Jay.
For most of us it was straight home after bowling. However, I'm sure plenty of coitus went on after the party.
Eva, thanks for the wonderful pictures!
The dude abides.
