So, here’s my completely unsolicited advice: grab your mates, your coworkers, or your cousins who think they’re professional bowlers. Head to Tenpin Acton. Bowl a few frames. Eat the nachos. Spill a cocktail on your shirt. Laugh until your stomach hurts.
Will you become a bowling champion? Probably not. Will you have a story to tell? Absolutely. And isn’t that the whole point of a night out?
Now go. The lanes are waiting. And so is that rubber duck. You know you want it.