Vox DC Happy Birthday Hotrod Meetup

You know I like Hotrod, but it'd be nice if he could shut up about himself for five minutes. For the past two months he's been telling anyone who'd listen about his upcoming birthday, the exact flavor of brownie he wanted, what color streamers were appropriate for a newly minted 46-year-old and the exact key we should use in singing Happy Birthday. At least I wasn't there for his tiara fitting. Dreadful.

Anyway, we all got together earlier tonight for the fist of several Hotrod's birthday-related outings. The whole DC Vox crew was there -- Emma, Midwest Gal, Akai, Aussie Bob, Eileen and the Mysterious Dan. The venue was one of those newfangled bowling joints where they dim the lights, flash Rorschach images above the pins and charge $9 for watered down vodka gimlets (what, people don't drink those anymore? Sorry, it's been awhile). Still, for all the mood lighting, pricey drinks, and Hotrod's constant preening, we had a pretty good time. Lucky Strike's major contribution to world cuisine is a ball of macaroni and cheese, rolled in batter and deep fried. I'd like to be able to tell you that I find these gross, and opted instead for a salad, but I think they might be the best thing ever. I ate 50 or so.

Hotrod-misses-again

It was probably the macaroni bites that propelled me to my awesome bowling performance. By the fifth frame, I had already topped Hotrod's score for the whole game. I think I ended up with a 274 or something, though I never keep track, because I play more for the fun of the game, than out of any desire to compete with my brothers and sisters.

Good times all around.

(Oh and I realize that I'm cutting it a wee bit close in with this week's entry in the 52 Posts in 52 Weeks challenge, but don't take it as weakness on my part. All part of my master plan. The pie will be mine.)