Daily Journal Entry #13

She's just about the cutest thing I've ever seen; her floral-print skirt billowing out while she twirls in a circle makes her look like one of those beauty pageant Barbies I used to play with when I was a kid. But the comparison to the toy stops there. Her mousy brown hair is probably more tangled than it looks, I think, watching her push it back from her face with the flats of her palms. She flashes her friend- who is a more accurate personification of a Barbie - a crooked toothy grin and hurries forward to the ball return to retrieve her lime-green seven-pound bowling ball. She squares her shoulders to the lane, the very picture of composure. Then she scrambles forward, abandoning all sense of decorum, and hurls the ball down the lane - or rather, into the air. It seems to hang airborne for a few seconds before it crashes down and hurtles towards the pins. She's still got her arms raised in the air as the ball crashes into one, two, and then three pins...which sends a ripple through the ten-pin formation, effectively knocking every last one down. She squeals in delight and runs back to Barbie...who is pretty much scowling. I shake my head and retrieve their drinks from the bartender, one fruit punch and one pink lemonade.