To be honest, after spending many mornings each week of my childhood trapped in a bowling alley waiting for my grandmother (who was in a league), I'd grown to loathe bowling alleys. But, to be fair, this was a tad different. First of all, they had martinis, which made up for the really bad hip-hop being blasted out the speakers at dangerous levels.
Plus, more importantly, they had blacklights!
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