new coat of paint

January 8 and in an attempt to not be a winter hermit, some friends and I hit the lanes.
What we lacked in scores, we scored in laughs
Bowling alleys make think of Tom Waits.
A Tom Waits lyric, to be exact.

                                    Let's put a new coat of paint on this lonesome old town
                                   Set 'em up, we'll be knockin' em down.
                                   You wear a dress, baby, and I'll wear a tie.
                                   We'll laugh at that old bloodshot moon in that burgundy sky

bowled over by fun