So my son wanted to go bowling on his birthday. This was the first time we’ve gone bowling here in Vegas, and it was the kind of experience when you realize you’re not in Kansas (or Virginia Beach, or Buffalo) anymore.
The bowling alleys in Vegas are in casinos, which is kinda odd.
But the stranger thing was the attire. Typically bowlers wear jeans or sweatpants, t-shirts or sweatshirts. But the ladies bowling at the Orleans Casino on Wednesday were wearing hoochie mama outfits. It was weird.
There was a lady on the lane next to us wearing a short, tight dress. My wife saw one of her boobs pop out twice. Unfortunately, that boob didn’t see her other boob, which I’m pretty sure means six more weeks of winter.