I'm becoming a professional bowler and that's the end of it.

Elma invited Andre and I to go bowling last night, and as it qualifies as one of those things you simply have to do in America, (I still need to see some baseball as well) we agreed and got all excited about it.

Now I've been bowling maybe twice before in my life, once in Bellville and probably the other time at Northcliff Centre in Jozi at some point whilst growing up.  Both times the experience left me feeling a little sad.  Like I now qualified fully for reject status and could get my stamp whenever I felt ready.  Well.

Nothing could have prepared me for what happened last night.  I'm still trying to pick me jaw off the ground and get my eyes to stop rolling.  If I hadn't drunk all that tequila I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have slept at all last night.  How exhilirating!  Bowling in America is a full on rock and roll experience.  There's a DJ in the house spinning tunes, a huge bar, amazing food and kazillions of people chucking balls at pins and then screaming and hugging when they fall like they've just won the war.  People leave the bowling alley with a deeper love for one another, even more so when  Dennis Quaid and the Sharks make a guest appearance, but more because you're happy that you're not quite as high or drunk as Dennis Quaid is than the winning the war feeling.

At 11pm Dennis Quaid and his band popped out of nowhere and hopped onstage.  It soon became obvious that the man needed some help - he was flailing about like he was on fire and really needed someone to throw a bucket of cold water on him, but no one seemed to be able to help him out.  That would explain the screaming as well.  Terrible screaming.  Much more than singing and most of the time the audience seemed to stare in absolute amazement rather than grooving to the music.  This oke is crazy people.  He must be driving his wife nuts.  He's got "high maintenance and totally insane" written all over him and it aint pretty.  See picture below.  He got himself some crazy eyes people.  Craaaayzy eyes.  He snorted too much of the good shit yesterday me thinks.

I had the best time last night. What a great way to pay my final respects to LA. 

I think I'm going to miss this place.