Our neighbors were going, and invited us.
The bowling alley looks like a dump from the outside, but the inside is rocking. It's got cool fluorescent lights, and retro carpeting . . .
. . . and shoelaces that glow in the dark.
Ron was in the lane next to us . . .
. . . Mistah set the camera so it looked like we were bowling in a fishbowl lit by a blacklight.
. . . and so was Cara. I think she just had a good shot. Or threw a good ball. Or something.
I gave Frank a few bowling pointers.