Mustache Bowling!

I really stink at bowling. At one point in my life, I was on the road to a perfect bowling score. After three frames, however, it came to a crashing (or non crashing, I guess I should say) halt. I have Cameron to thank for those three magic strikes, because I was pregnant with him and my balance was somehow changed. Then I got cocky in my success and actually started to think too much, thus causing a final score of 58.

Since I have no inherent love or skill for the game, the best bowling games, to me, require some sort of silly wager or challenge. Once, while bowling with Marty and my dad, I proposed that the loser of the game, not including me, had to wear a fake sparkly fairy tattoo, purchased from the vending machine at the rear of the alley. It was close, but my dad ended up plastering the fairy on his ankle. It looked alarming, a fairy with all that hair.

While in CO a few weeks ago, we went bowling with the Valenti sisters (sounds like a singing group...hmmm....they are all really good at Rock Band...). To make things a little more interesting, fake mustaches were purchased from the toy vending machine at the rear of the alley. Whoever kept the fake mustache on the longest got to add a certain number of points to the final score. The loser of the game had to post a mustache wearing photo of herself (I guess it could be him, but Marty was the only boy and he has a knack for winning games like bowling, putt putt, badminton, pin the tail on the donkey, etc.) facebook status.

The competition was fierce. Mustaches began to painfully itch. Slowly, they came off, one by one. Two were even torn off by a sibling. I don't even remember who lost...but Marty (of course) won. Here are some photos of the hilarity: