We were lucky enough that two friends, Jake and Jay, were able to come along for the ride.
I haven't been bowling in forever. I'm pretty terrible at it, but I always have fun. John's a stellar bowler, and Jake's pretty darn good, too. So it was fun times!
It was also a cute reminder of our dating days. I know John's pretty amazing at most sports, but it never fails to re-surprise me. He pointed out that I wasn't impressed with his litany of strikes (4 in a row now being dubbed a "rhino" with 6 in a row being a "double rhino") so much as his spares. His ability to aim for and knock down pins on the edge of the alley actually make my heart flutter with pride. Ha ha. He thought that was silly because in his mind, strikes are more impressive. For me, though, it's the control he shows by zeroing in on a singular pin and rocketing his ball along the edge of the gutter. I just find that incredible. Maybe it's the thrill of possible failure. I dunno. It's incredibly sexy either way.
But I digress.
We went to our old stand-by diner afterwards for a bite. I can't even express how much fun it was to simply hang out with my husband and friends like we used to. I felt a little silly for being so excited about it, but the small things like that are what made our relationship so wonderful. The jokes, the swapping of advice, and yes, even the talk about the effects of instant-porn on today's youth all create a tapestry of memories that blanket our relationship. This interaction between the two of us, then the two of us (as a couple) with our friends, and then the two of us individually with our friends... it's so much more worth-while, in my opinion, than seeing a movie.
Sure we have fun at movies and gain something from the discussions we have after them, but interaction through an activity like bowling and then actually communicating over dinner... it's so special. I really, really enjoy that sorta stuff.