*This blog post was written 12/8/14*

This past weekend, I bowled in the Harry S. Truman Bowling Alley.

The exclusive 2 lane alley located in the basement of the Eisenhower Executive Office Building of The White House.

My cousin works at The White House. She invited my family and I to bowl on 12/6 from 5-7pm.

Outside the alley, there was a sign that read “TRUMAN BOWLING ALLEY”.

With a cartoon bowling ball knocking over carton pins. And a red cartoon arrow pointing right.

We followed the arrow inside.


In the first room, I saw a cubby holed wall of bowling shoes.

The shoes were new and beautiful.

My shoe size is 9 1/2. There were two numbers on each shoe. One black, one red. I stared at the wall for a minute debating which size referred to the woman’s size. I did not know.

“Play it cool,” I told myself, “don’t let anyone know you are confused.”

Being in the White House made me feel the need to look all-knowlingly smart.

“Do you need help finding your shoe size?” My cousin Blair asked me.

“Nah, I’m good honey,” I responded.

“Did you just call me honey?” Blair asked confused. Blair is my age. And I never use the word honey.

I laughed, grabbed a pair of shoes and walked into the room with the lanes.


Chance was on my side. I grabbed the perfectly sized shoes.

By laughing and walking away, to my cousin Blair I appeared super-smart!

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Upon entering the next room, I asked my sister to take my photo.

I stood smiling. With my hands at my side. My long side bang resting over my right eye. Parrot on my shoulder. We looked great. I felt confident.


The first hour in the alley was spent with my cousins/Aunts taking turns on both lanes.

There was no system of order or competition.

Here is me mid-bowl.

My parrot flew up in the air two inches because of Force. A physics term that means, “strength or energy as an attribute of physical action or movement.”

I walked around the room.

Looking at photos on the wall.

Here is a photo of Martin Short.

The Beatles.


And Kristin Chenoweth too.

Parrot and I posed with the POTUS.

Mimicking his stance.


Before writing this blog post, I did not know what POTUS meant.

Now I know. It means President of the United States.

My family divided ourselves up in two teams. The second hour was spent in competition.

My sister and I put out heads together and smiled. Parrot on my shoulder. Crystal Vase got in on the action too.

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A wonderful time.


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