Recently I had a daddy-daughter date with my Dad for Festibond. We had a great time spending time together bowling. We bowled at Bayside bowl, a site in Portland. He prefers Bayside over Vacationland, but I still don’t get why. Maybe that’s because the last time I went to Vacationland bowling was 2 or 3 years ago.
Anyway, we played two rounds. I bowled with bumpers to avoid a gutter ball but my Dad, of course, still won both rounds. At least I got the first strike. Well, my Dad is good at just about everything I guess. We had fun spending time together, and each time I went, he high fived me no matter how many pins I knocked down. That’s my Dad! He would be proud of me if I knocked one pin down. “You didn’t hit the bumper!” he’d say. I thought that was very nice of him, and I think he is a great guy. Brent got me a root beer, and he made a big deal about it because that was a once in a century thing to drink soda. I felt very very odd drinking it.