Bowlin' With My Homies

Yesterday was Lauren's birthday, so Bindy threw a surprise party for her at Bloomsbury Bowling Lanes (which I had never been to), located in the basement of Tavistock Hotel in Russell Square.  After getting significantly lost (with the help of my Blackberry sat-nav) and stomping up and down Southampton Row with an attitude that would give the Jersey Shore kids a run for their money, Gill and I finally located the venue.  It wasn't the bright and shiny lanes I'm used to in the States (heck, even Daffodil Bowl in my hometown has gotten a makeover ... I think) and resembled the basement of your local YMCA, but it sure was charmingly decorated in a retro/vintage "American style" and served oh-so-appropriate American food - including my choice of a chili dog.  'Twas good.  My bowling was ... not so good (I mean, I started out, like, real good, then ended up, like, real bad.  I don't know what happened).  But the birthday girl did pretty damn well and we graduated to the karaoke room after our game was over, which provided us with some much needed birthday mirth and laughter (not to mention hoarse voices and broken eardrums - who knew that screaming singing TLC's "Scrubs" could be such hard work?!).  

All Star Lanes is just around the corner, albeit a little pricier, but since I haven't been there yet, I can't compare the two.  Would I go back to Bloomsbury Lanes?  Probably.  Would I practice on Wii bowling first prior to my second visit?  Um ... probably.

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