For the past two weeks, I’ve been reliving my youth while visiting my parents in Maine. There have been 3am visits to Denny’s, late night L.L. Bean runs, and this past Friday, B and I went galactic bowling with some of my best high school friends.
Back in the day (erm, and probably still today) my friends and I were huge dorks. Instead of getting drunk and blitzed on a Friday night, we preferred to dance and bowl. Yankee Lanes was our favorite spot, and Friday night was their galactic bowling extravaganza.
Since my teenage glory days, the price at Yankee Lanes has gone up and the music has gotten a bit more risqué. But the overall Friday-night-in-flashy-neon-lights sentiment has stayed the same, and Yankee Lanes still offers a roaring good ole’ Maine time.
Katie, my bestest friend ever, remembered the cardinal rule of galactic bowling and made sure to sport some white.
Even though B had never been galactic bowling before, he was a quick pro and admittedly enjoyed the cheesy disco balls and glitzy black lights.
It was an awesome Maine night, filled with old friends, fun, and a happy dash of nostalgia.