Bowling pro, I am not. Let’s just say I got a 20. Yup, out of the whole game. I haven’t bowled since I was 7 years old, so when friends told me that we were going bowling, I put on a big smile and went along with it. I was SO happy that my shoes were brand new, none of that stinkfoot smell coming out of them. Their balls were all in bright and funky colors, but I wasn’t able to find one that fit my fingers. I think they were all taken :(, so three of us had to share one ball, which was kind of a pain. We ordered a pitcher from a waitress that looked like she hated life, but wouldn’t we all– if we waitressed at a bowling alley? YES. But, you can’t complain about $ 6 for a pitcher.