Teenagers, huh.

After doing not much other than speak to my brother and parents on the phone all today, I decided that we should go out to the posh burger place I have been promising to take Mr SC to, followed by bowling. Mr SC had a bath while I half assembled a chair that has been sitting in pieces in our house since  we brought it back from my parents house. I'll finish it in the morning, along with the rest of the organising of the conservatory. 

We took the long road into town, down some lovely country roads. I told Mr SC that he needs to teach me how to do handbrake turns. We parked the car, finding a free ticket valid 'til this morning on the ticket machine, and went for a drink in the rock pub. It made me really miss the nights I used to spend in the rock pub where I grew up. The black walls, sticky floors, cleverly grafitti'd toilet walls and the atmosphere of a pub with 30 years of history as a rock venue will forever hold great memories for me. This place had a similar feel to it, although with more class. I would like to head there on Thursday, as it sounds like a good night.

I have a blister. At the burger place we ordered garlic mushrooms, followed by huge burgers. I dug into the mushrooms far too quickly, and the first one burst and spat boiling mushroom juice onto my lip. The garlic mayonnaise was incredibly garlicky though, just perfect. Mr SC really loved his burger, so it was worth it. We laughed at all the drunk students as we walked around town, and decided that come the autumn we should go on one of the evening town walking tours.

At the bowling alley, I won the first game, but then lost two. I also won a game of air hockey, but lost a game of pool. The bowling alley brought on a whole load more reminiscing about even earlier in my teenage years, when groups of us would bowl and loaf all night, and it was one of the only places we could get served alcohol. Bowling is something else Mr SC and I should do more often, although I think both of us will have achy wrists and shoulders tomorrow.