Bowling Bonanza

Sometimes I get really worked up. Sometimes I get competitive. Rarely, but it happens. It always works out for whomever I'm competing with, because I've really got no edge once I'm riled up. I usually just lose it and turn my frustrations into a downward spiral of loss. Anyway, like I said, rarely happens.

So Kika, Browntown and I all bought Living Social deals for 300 New York, a swanky bowling alley inside the Chelsea Piers Sports and Entertainment Complex. The entrance was a bit sketch, but once inside, boy! was it hoppin! We couldn't believe the crowd and the surmised THREE hour wait for a lane! We realized later, it was because like us, everyone else was there because it was the expiration date of our Living Social coupon.
So we decided to hit the bar for some grub and drinks. I ordered a 300 Cosmo which was delightful. Everything else that ensued... Well, I don't think any of us would feed it to a dog. Let's just say their culinary selection was lacking in appeal and taste.
After a disgusting meal, we were summoned and bowled a couple games. For some reason, I thought I was a decent bowler. I lost both games and we called it quits.

[Picture Note: Look how cute these bowling pin Bud Light bottles are!]

Overall, it was a fun Sunday evening filled with good sport and good company. I'd do it again.

A Trip to the Zoo!

Any friend of mine should know that I have an unhealthy LOVE for aquariums and zoos. So when G came down to visit, my big plans were for a day at the Gladys Porter Zoo in Brownsville TX. It was a grand old time and the place surprised us with some fabulous exhibits despite some harsh reviews to surmise otherwise.

[G admiring the sweet lives of chimps]

[Gorillas scavenging for lost carrots in their cool watery bliss]

[G wondering if he gets any closer, will a flamingo attack...]

[I have to take one of these photos everytime I go to the zoo. So of course, I waited online behind all of the other children to get my turn as Safari master :) ]

What a wonderful day at the zoo! My one complaint was, the revered lion exhibit was empty and lion-less. Otherwise, for a zoo in the middle of no where, I was really impressed. The gift shop was even filled with my favorite kinds of cliche shot glasses and velcro-handed monkeys!

This post is quite late and I'm already back in NY, so reminiscing about the cool 70 degree weather and the breezy afternoons in Texas does make a girl shiver in this brisk 17 degree city. Le sigh...

A Mexican Victory: My Claim to Fame... er in Mactown at least

Boys are so funny sometimes. They always think they're stronger than you (and okay, fine, for the most part, this is true), and they always think they can drink more than you. This one, I'm sorry to say, gentlemen, just simply isn't true.
It all started over dinner with the uncles and our friendly kitchen runner, Hong. Apparently the thing to do in China at dinner is to get ridiculously drunk and then eat. Dad concurs. Anyway, I've since introduced the locals (and by this, I mean the Chinese staff at the Sun Palace) to some good old Brooklyn Brewery beers from New York so we're swigging on deliciousness over dinner. All of a sudden, most likely out of pure boredom, Uncle Peter decides to proclaim, "I bet Yon could totally take you down in a drinking competition," to Hong. This is apparently the funniest thing he's ever heard. He retorts after a grand display of buffoonery, "I can beat her three to one! and then after that, I'll take you down too!"
Uncle Jimmy gets up from the table and goes on a beer run. An hour later, we're sitting safely at home (b/c I said, no drinking and driving guys!) with two 12-packs of Corona in true Mexican spirit. So for Hong to win, he needs to actually finish off 18 beers, while I sip along to 6 cervezas.
I'll let the pictures tell the rest of the story...

[Picture note: Hong 8 beers in...]

[Picture note: Yon 5.5 in, not counting the 2 at dinner... and happily playing with the caps of my fallen contender while finishing off my winning beer]