Braving temperatures in the low twenties (Fahrenheit, which means below zero Centigrade), Reagan, Brooke, Lysiane, Forbes and I spent the evening at the bowling alley. And it's not just any bowling alley - it's full-blown disco bowling, visuals and all. Which, of course, doesn't keep bowling leagues in their oh-so-stylish shirts from showing off their talent there.
The only thing I wondered is ... why do you need videos of scantily clad women movin' to the beats to distract you from scoring a strike? (I, for my part, chose to ignore them. And I did score a strike... though I tend to think it was more of an accident.)
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:-( ich seh immer erst Tage später deine blogs... keine ahnung wieso... auf jeden fall: SOOOOO COOOOOOOOOOOL!!!!!! ich freu mich voll für dich!!!! tja, wie immer hält die vorsehung einfach das beste für einen parat - viel besser, als man es selbst planen würde!! :-) Dickes adventliches Apfel-Zimt-Vanille-Bussi, Deine Nono
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