#64: Annual Ward Bowling Party.

I've said this before, but I'll say it again: I absolutely love living in the 13th ward. I don't know why Diane and I got so lucky to live among such wonderful people, but sure enough, whatever we did, it worked. There is a wonderful feeling of friendship and unity between the members of our ward. It doesn't matter if you live in one of the older, smaller, white houses or one of the newer, bigger, brown houses, everyone generally seems to get along. I don't notice any cliques or feelings of judgment, pride, or resentment between ward members. I would feel comfortable going out on a double date with any couple in our ward. It's a fantastic blessing to live where we do.

Each year for the last 15 years or so, Peggy, one of our ward members, has coordinated the annual bowling party at "Big City Bowl"  for the adults in the ward. Friday night was the first time that Diane and I have attended the bowling party (I can't remember why we missed it last year). Despite the fact that I am a horrendous bowler, we had a deliriously good time.

Thanks Peggy!

Strike!

One of the many frames in which Diane beat my score.

Great friends. Great times.

Nick and I dancing after a celebratory double strike.

As I mentioned before, I am a terrible bowler.
In fact, I won the "Crunch" award for getting very last place out of all 60 bowlers from our ward.
Even roaring as a wookiee couldn't save me from getting gutter balls.
Scott, on the other hand, won the "Starburst" award for getting first place yet again.
Some guys have all the luck. :)

As one of our fellow ward members mentioned,
"Steve, your Crunch bar has one piece of chocolate for every pin you knocked down!"