Y’all know there’s a 24-hour bowling alley in town, right?
Just checking. Because this is what it looks like at 1 a.m. on a Sunday.
I dunno. Just seems a little weird is all.
Maybe it’s the lack of a bar. But enterprising folks could just sit out in the car and pass a bottle of champagne around before going inside, were the lack of a bar to seem intimidating.
Or maybe it’s the damned manual scoring. I have some theories about what automatic scoring hath wrought, children, and those theories involve the dumbing down and vigorous math-tardation of our culture. Just think about it. Okay now stop.
Imperial Lanes, future home of Lebowski Fest: Memphis.