ah, there is much to blog about: wales, oxford, the kidchamp nuptials, london, the wonders of sainsbury’s red label tea, the quad cities, another wedding, jetlag, bowling injuries.

we’ll start with the most mundane and also the most idiotic: bowling injuries. so k&b were married this weekend, in the quad cities, and the rehearsal dinner was pizza and beer at the local bowling alley. now i am not a good bowler, but that’s okay because i have very little ego riding on my bowling skills. i’m quite content to do the silly dance where you wave at the already-sailing-down-the-lane ball in the direction you want it to go in. i don’t mind slip-sliding around in the dorky shoes that make my big feet look like clown feet, or the fact that i have to find the only child’s 7-lb ball in the room because i’m too wimpy to throw a real ball. but i reached a new low this weekend when i actually slammed the bowling ball (mid-forward-swing) into my own leg, leaving a giant purple bruise and egg-sized welt on the outside of my right knee. really. i couldn’t make this stuff up if i tried.

pictured: the bride-to-be posing with The Hammer, a ball so heavy we had to lob it sideways down the lane.