If there was an invention that allowed you to take a memory and bottle it up so it would forever be stored, fresh as the day you stored it, I would choose to bottle up the memory of my sixteenth birthday party.
To give some background, it had been a long while since I had a proper party to celebrate my birthday, and on Friday I was asked by my mother if I would care for any sort of celebration on Saturday. Despite such short notice, I thought some form of a party would be fun, and my first thought was to go bowling. It had been a long while since I had gone bowling, and I found myself longing for a little bit of fun on the lanes. By the end of the day, my mother and I secured a section of a local bowling alley, the American Slovak Club, and planned to grab some pizza, soft drinks, and sweets for refreshments. This particular bowling alley meant a lot to me, as the business had sponsored my minor league baseball team. I played for the team for two years, and on the first year we were the runners-up in the championship game, but by the next year we were the champions. My father had also worked at the Slovak Club's bowling alley when he was a teenager, and most of the people there would recognize me and him.
So, after securing the lanes, I invited five of my good friends the day beforehand. Luckily, everyone I invited was able to make it. The party itself was hilarious, as not a single one of my friends bowled much, if at all, before this. What ensued was a series of falls, gutter balls, amusingly bad approaches, and general nonsense. In the end the bowling went over well, and we got three games in before heading back to my house for an "after party." We kicked it off by swimming until it was pitch black outside, then went inside play video games and engage in more general nonsense before we all passed out. Overall, for a last minute, barely planned, quickly thrown together party, everything went better than I expected, and ended up being one of the best times I've had in a long while.
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