Let's talk about bowling instead!!!
About a week ago some fellow TV Assistants (That's Tirol/Vorarlberg, for those of you slow on the uptake) and myself decided to go bowling. We all met up in this tiny town called Altach and made our way by some seriously stinky cow fields and around a corner we found some repurposed abandoned-looking factory/warehouse buildings. Somebody clearly had the thought once "You know what would be perfect right here between these two industrial parks? A BOWLING ALLEY!"
This place, though it didn't look too exciting outside, was pretty happening inside. I guess being from the South I have certain expectations of small town bowling alleys. Mainly, I expect them to be super sketch ball and involve fat creepy men in striped shirts drinking cheap beer while sitting on dirty chairs that are bolted to the floor and are usually some sort of groovy 70s shade of orange. Either that or something including REALLY obnoxious teenagers that have yet to learn PDA is not cool.
I was delighted to see Austria is a bit different in that respect. In fact, the place was clean, modern, and the only bowling shirt to be found was on my American friend Dave, who went all out for an evening of bowling fun. The place had some interesting decor due to some sort of Cuban theme...odd. So after a bit of conversation with friends over some pitchers of beer (FYI Pitcher is Pitcher auf Deutsch. Go figure!) bowling began.
Now, in proper tradition no one's real name was used. By the end of the scheduled two hours of bowling (you pay by the time not the games here), I was fairly certain the entire establishment hated us. For one, we accidentally bowled full force into the little arm thing that comes down in between turns about 5 times. Secondly, our friend Sean decided the abandoned lane next to us would make a great "practice lane". Too bad it wasn't actually abandoned by it's paying owners and they weren't too happy to see we had bowled half their game.
I think I won this game.
All in all it was a good night that was continued with Döners and dancing in Bregenz later.
We are likely going bowling again on Tuesday, which not so coincidentally happens to be pay day as well. This will be the first time I will have been paid since my arrival in September.
Altach might not be ready for a repeat. Too bad!
Photos hijacked by me and used courtesy of Gemima and Manny.
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