This is how we roll...

After my trip home I settled back into the residency/thug life... I was in the
PICU for all of Rock-tober, so my outings were few and far between.


I did go to a cocktail party at Ned and Erin's where we had the grand unveiling
of Geener's new special friend, Ryan (on the left.) I am happy to say he gets the
Carl Seal of Approval (TM). Henry (far right) on the other hand does not.


I still get all nervous around beautiful women.

Probably the biggest social event of the month was an intern-initiated (and
Henry Cheng approved) Bowl-a-thon. The night began in loving homage
to Lebowski with dinner at the In-and-Out Burger(which I unfortunately
missed.)

"Those are good burgers, Walter."


Anyhoo, I met up with the gang at the bowling alley, and fully concur with the
"thumbs up" sentiments evident in this picture.


The best part about bowling is definitely the footwear. Check out our brand-
spanking-new steppers!


Get a load of this fuggin' guy.


Disgrace to my ancestors = Losing to Natalie in match #1

A brief study in bowling styles:


Tong = fingers-out-of-holes palmar grip


Corden = power-stroke
The alley displayed the ball's velocity on every roll, and I do believe Mark won
the land-speed record.


Anu = granny-style


Kat = eyes-closed Zen control


Buck = sweat guard crafted from complimentary tube socks... that and pure
testosterone

The obvious highlight of the evening came in the second game. After my poor
showing in the first round, I started things off right by nailing a strike...


... which prompted an appropriate amount of flex-down (much to the crowd's
delight.)


My second ball left no doubt...


...Strike #2 and celebratory grappling.


By the time my next turn came around, all eyes were on me. Could I pull of
a legendary Turkey?


"...that creep can roll, man." Tension was in the air as I let fly, but the final
result was never in doubt...


GOBBLE, GOBBLE! The place went up for grabs and, caught up in the moment,
I went out into the lanes and...


...laid down an epic Turkey Dance. Women swooned, men wanted to be me,
and I'm pretty certain the group of teenagers in the next lane were laughing
with me, not at me. Regardless, pandemonium reigned.


Now there was a palpable electricity in the air... Would this young upstart from
the wilds of Wisconsin (a state rich with bowling tradition, to be sure) pull off a
perfect game? Could an automatic invite to the PBA be in the works? Heck, I
was almost a third of the way there, right? I can in all honesty say the whole
bowling alley paused to watch me roll my next ball (mostly because my crew
chanting my name as I wound up.)

The result?


... the mildly disapproving, but still loving, visage of Stella Gelakoske (honorary
inductee into the San Francisco Women's Bowling Association (SFWBA)) tells
the whole story...

Gutterball.



...no need to gloat about it, Davis.