Ingrid and I celebrated summer break by bowling at O’Leary’s and conveyor belt sushi at Zan. For some reason O’Leary’s thought it would be good to have disco lighting in the bowling alley. Pointless and distracting. Well, at least there was no loud music.

We played three series. I won the first one, then Ingrid beat me, and we finished the third one with exactly the same score. (She with gutter guards, me without.)