I laughed and laughed. "Megs, I have felt safe in all the bowling alleys I've been to in Idaho Falls."
"But are there dudes in there smoking and swearing and stuff?"
I assured her that the days of smoking in bowling alleys are long in the past. I told her of two places that are still open (the one we used to go to for P.E. in high school has closed), and they chose one and had a good time.
Such a good time that she asked my fam to join her fam not too many days later. It was fun. If I recall correctly, I did ridiculously well at the first, but after my fingers got tired, I was getting zeros, zeros, zeros. :) That happens to me every time.
An interesting factoid about me - when I was eight, I decided that I really, really loved to bowl. I was going to be a professional bowler. My mom even made me a bowling cake. Weird. That was a weird phase.
Funny bowling story - like I said, in high school P.E., we had to go bowling. It was seriously like once a week. Crazy. So one time, I was bowling with this girl, Maren. And she swung back, and her ball FLEW out of her hand and BAM! BAM! BAM! bounced really hard on the floor behind her. It was so funny to me. It's one of those things that, when I visualize, I cannot stop giggling. I have lots of visuals like that. I'll have to share more of them sometime. Surely not as funny to everyone else as to me, but it's all good. I am my own best audience. And I'm okay with that.