A couple weeks back a friend of ours celebrated his birthday. While on his actual birthday the hubbs and I were busy preparing for another dear friends wedding, he was off gallivanting in Palm Springs. We made plans with him to take him out after to celebrate. I had recently learned that there was a Buffalo Wild Wings in Burbank, not too far from where we live and decided that it was the perfect spot to take him. I mean who doesn't like chicken wings, french fries and beer? Certainly nobody in my group. We called up some other friends and asked us to meet there at 8, while we went and picked up the B-day boy. While the whole evening wasn't let on to him, I did ask him whether or not he would want to go bowling or to a karaoke bar. He of course chose bowling. Either was both places were right around the corner. We piled into the car and made our way to Burbank, the whole time the guest of honor was trying to guess where we were going. Once we pulled off the freeway I told him "Well we are on a budget so we are taking you to Ikea for a $1.50 hot dog!" Hehe. After driving around for 15 minutes trying to find parking, we finally made it to the restaurant. Underestimating the popularity of this hot spot we did not call ahead for a table and promptly were told an hour wait. So we all waited outside, people watched and was even hassled by a comedy club promoter looking to sell us tickets for that nights show.
Once we finally got inside and got a table, we had to peruse the menu for all the yummy flavors that we would desire. We settled on Honey BBQ, Medium, Chipotle BBQ and Parmesan Garlic (for the birthday boy and I to indulge in....it tasted like fettuchini Alfredo on a chicken wing. Perfection.) We also had a basket of fries and the boys ordered adult beverages....I was the D.D. so I didn't partake. We filled out bellies with food, and enjoyed each others company and relived our high school days, as the music selection was dated just a bit. We had disputes over the lyrics to Eiffle 65 and "When I Grow Up" by the Pussycat Dolls....thank you to azlyrics.com for clearing that one up.
Once we completed our meal, we parted ways with the other couple and made our way to Pickwick bowling just around the corner. Apparently they have changed their policy now that you have to leave one of your personal shoes as collateral when you rent shoes. Like I am going to want to steal something that thousands of other people have worn. Um NO! Anyways, once we got our lane and shoes we proceeded to begin our games. The hubbs had gotten a cold so he wasn't up to his best game. However he can attest to me being a decent bowler, not excellent, but decent. So when the first game rolled around and I goose egged on the first 3 frames I was slightly irritated. I took focus on my swings, and with a little coaching was able to get my game slightly back. However I still lost that first game. Round two came and things were looking better. Not only did I pick up 4 spares in a row, but I beat the boys! By 30 points! They will say that they let me win, but I think otherwise. I mean c'mon....30 points is a lot of letting. I know that there is a re-match in my future, but until then I have the printed score sheet on my fridge! MUAHAHAHA.
All in all it was a nice Friday night out with great friends and good food! Happy Birthday Mr. P!
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