It was occuring to me today how many certain places I’ve associated with different people or particular moments.
That’s where I lost my virginity. There’s the first place I was broken up with. That’s where my grandmother and I went all the time. That’s the first place I ate at after she died. That’s where I got drunk for the first time. That’s where I met my lover. That…is where I met the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. That is where I went to be alone.
There’s so many different things you remember. So many different parts of you, that you clump together simply because of location.
So many things you won’t forget. You attach them to these places. The corner store. Your old family church. The random gay bar.
And, for the sake of this blogs’ topic….The bowling alley.
I recently spent the last time I’ll ever spend in this place.
A place I’d been going to for 25 weeks out of a year, for 6 out of the last 7 years.
It’s a place I remember having fun at. Being drunk. Being annoyed. Being angry. Passing out in, cursing out, enjoying, hating, loving, loathing.
A place I’ve been at with so many different people. People that were my best of friends, worst of friends, boyfriends, play things, confidants, co workers and arch nemesis-es. (lol)
I’ve made a fool of myself, an ass of myself, a drunken ass fool of myself and a drunken fool ass mess of myself at this place.
I’ve yelled at lesbians, old men, old women, old men dressed as women, and old women that used to be men.
I’ve bowled well at, but mostly horribly at this place.
I’ve won awards, made friendships, lost friendships, and moarned a dear friend of mine at this place.
I’ve also grown to fully despise this place. Every week I’ve gone there over the last 3 months, has been a miserable experience. Something always goes wrong, fucks up, breaks, falls apart, takes forever, isn’t working, or is working too well.
Even the people have become boring old shits. I don’t mean to say everyone on the league are boring old shits, but….there’s alot. It’s become more about the bowling, and less about fun associating times.
The times it used to be about for me. It’s not about that anymore. It’s something different.
So, as I think about all the shit that I’ve done in this place, and the people I’ve done it with…it makes me want to remember it fondly. Not for the complete piece of shit it’s become.
It’s weird when you physically see something leave your life.
Toot-a-fuckin loo, Bay Center.
I had fun, but not that much fucking fun.
