Well, what an unexpected weekend I have had. On saturday evening, I found myself at Bloomsbury Lanes Bowling Alley for my friends birthday, which was all in all a strange experience in itself. Has anyone ever been to Bloomsbury Lanes? It’s near Euston Station. Seriously, it’s like the place is going through an identity crisis. Half of it is a kind of underground bowling alley – kind of like how you’d expect bowling alleys to look if knocking down pins was suddenly made illegal. Then the other half of it is like a night club with exposed pipes and dodgy house music, with these weird bits of washing line hanging everywhere that people seem to use to hang up their coats… even though there’s a free cloak room… odd. Then, on top of all this, there’s a seating area that is laid out like an old school fifties diner, although there’s not a burger and fries in sight. All in all – WEIRD.
At half past midnight (yes, that’s right. HALF PAST MIDNIGHT) we started bowling. Having been up all day and ready for bed, I struggled to focus on where the lanes were, but once I had a few drinks in me (served in classy plastic cups) I was ready and raring to go.
Don’t ask me how… but somehow I managed to win. HOW?!?! I have no idea. I didn’t get a single strike, or even a spare, I was just consistently average. Considering I spent half the time wondering why there wasn’t a button on the back of the bowling ball to let go of when I flung it at the pins. Too much time on the Wii over Christmas, me thinks?
So after that and a half game of crazy bowling (where you get points for the most inventive method of throwing the ball) we went and sat in the diner-come-bar and enjoyed a few drinks.
Then suddenly, it was 3am??? How did that happen???
After much procrastination I finally staggered home at 4.30am, and promptly slept until lunchtime.
There is one teeeeeny tiny problem with my evening though. I found myself spending most of my evening chatting to NYE and another guy who we’ll call ‘Forbidden Fruit’. Herein lies my problem.
NYE is off limits, that’s understandable. Also, he’s not an actor anymore either, so gets me no points in Ensemble Bingo.
Forbidden IS an actor. And very hot. And flirted with me ALL night. And exchanged numbers with me at the end of the night in the guise of us both going to see a show we have mutual friends in. We’re not going to see it, it’s on tour. That’s too far out of the West End for people like me to comprehend.
‘Why is Ritzi deliberating this clear opportunity to tick a box on the Bingo Board?’ I hear you cry.
The simple fact that once upon a time my very best friend was inescapably in love with him.
She’s engaged (to a complete wanker but that’s another story) and he was in a relationship at the time so nothing ever happened between them, but if I even put the feelers out there to see if she’s still crushing on him… OUCH! WOAH! Where did my head go?! Etc etc etc.
See my dilema? There’s also the problem that he bears a striking resemblence to another of my past heartbreakers… so that probably wouldn’t end well.
Why oh why is life so complicated?
In other news, date is set with Tilted Trilby whose last text read – ‘So I’ve sorted out the early evening entertainment, why don’t you handle what happens later?’ Oh yeah, that’s right. Totally ticking a box this weekend.