Although I came home from work with a splitting headache (brought on perhaps by hair pulled back in too-tight multiple buns), last night was a total success. The group hoop was even more fun than last week, in part because there were a few less people in attendance, which meant there was more room for messing around. But also because Vera was up from San Francisco (hooping.org exchange student!) and because we had our own personal DJ playing the whole night.

Then, after hooping for two hours, we headed up to Sunset Bowl to continue the 1950s action. I was running hot and cold, getting three strikes, and two rounds of double gutter balls. Go inconsistancy!

Andreas stayed out late, and judging by the number of times he said “I love you” when he got home, the amount of water he drank during the course of the night, and the look on his face this morning, I would say he got pretty drunk while bowling that second set.