“Funny Story”

        It all started when I moved to Evansville. I found a church with an active youth group, unlike my old youth group. After I finally got to Evansville they decided that we would go out and have some fun. Well I didn't know what I was in for. You see I am not a putt-putt person, and that is their favorite thing to do. So they get in touch with everyone and tell them meet at the church at 6pm. My roommate and I were there at 6 pm, like we were to be, but there were only the two guys from our youth group there. We thought this to be odd, but we went along with it. So we got to putt-putt, I didn't know that is what we would be doing or I would not have went. You see putt-putt and me they aren’t very pretty together, as you will soon read. We pull in and I’m all like what are we doing, they go playing putt-putt. I’m all like Oh NO I’m not!!! Well they make me go in. I tell them that I am not playing, they make me. I get out there and I hit the ball at the first hole and it goes ok, 3 shots and I make it. They are all like see your not that bad. I just laugh and go to the next hole. This is where it starts down hill. I hit the ball when it is my turn, well I hit it too hard it shoots back at me and I have to stop it with my foot, needless to say I was ready to quit, and they wouldn’t let me. They changed their mind by the 10th hole; I had a score of 42 after the first 9 holes. They raw score for the whole 18 holes was 58, I wouldn’t have made it. Not only was my score high my ball didn’t like to stay on the right area, it likes to skip to the next hole or even into the water. I think they now know why I didn't want to play. They were dying laughing at me for it though. I just am not a putt-putt person, and now they know that. I won’t go putt-putt again. 

        Well after the embarrassing putt-putt game we decided that it was still early so we would go to bowl. I was excited about this one. I love to bowl. But my roommate doesn’t care for it too much, so the table has turned. When it gets to her turn she looks at me like what am I to do? She walks up and throws the ball down the lane, and I mean throws the ball. It bounces off the floor, and then into the gutter. We are all trying not to laugh but it’s impossible. We are rolling with laughter. The night continues on as planned, laughing along the way at everything. I made up for my horrible score at the putt-putt place though. I had the second highest score. I was only beat by 3 points too. Well this has been my funny story; sorry it’s not that funny!