Thursday, September 6, 2007

Q. Who here knows the rules to the game 'Guess That Smell'?

A. I don't have an answer for you, I'm afraid. But I CAN now report that there is no longer the opportunity to purchase Aramis-like or Polo-ish cologne in the bathroom at Jupiter Lanes (at least, not at the men's bathroom).


What you can do at Jupiter Lanes, though, is buy both socks and video games from a vending machine. Which is kind of like living in George Jetson's future.


Without the cheap, knock-off cologne.

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

A bevy of bowlers at Jupiter Lanes. Labor Day 2007. Dallas, Texas.

Our motto: "You get a strike, you've just gotten yourself a White Russian."


Photo courtesy of the friendly Jupiter Lanes front desk attendant, who did have an odd idea of just what constituted 'outlaw country' music. If you ask me. Love him to death, though. I do.


It's also too bad you can't see the score here, since, at this point, I was 4 games down, 4 White Russians downed, and 125 pins to my name.


Some sad news to report from the Lanes, though, y'all.


It seems the father of Jupiter Lane's own Cotton Schwabb passed away on Sunday. When we were there, they were collecting donations to help defray expenses. So if you have a moment, and that moment happens to find you at the Lanes (or even if it doesn't), I might humbly suggest you stop by and contribute what you can towards the cause. You will be glad you did.


Thank ye.